The ball of light was black as ink, rolling over with a terrifying spiritual pressure.
Though it was still seven or eight zhang away, the berserk magical power contained within it already made it hard for Lin Xuan to breathe.
He was a great Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator.
Even if Wang Tinglou, the number one expert of Cloud Province, were here, he might not dare to take such a dreadful attack head-on. This time, it truly was a dead end with no life left in ten.
Lin Xuan sighed. There was no turning the tide now, so he simply stopped caring and only held Yue'er tightly in his arms.
Just as the two of them were about to perish, something utterly unexpected happened.
Nine-Infant, whose face had been filled with smugness, widened its eyes and stared in incomparable horror at Yue'er's delicate face.
Awooo!
Suddenly, as if it had gone mad, it threw back its head and let out a long howl. With a flap of its two wings, its figure vanished in an eerie instant. The next moment, it appeared in front of Lin Xuan and Yue'er.
At this moment, Nine Heavens Micro-Steps had lost its effect, yet Nine-Infant, a Lihe Realm being, could still use a teleportation secret art.
A hint of astonishment appeared on Lin Xuan's face. What was the other party trying to do?
Was it going to attack him?
That made no sense. He and Yue'er were already trapped in a desperate situation; doing that would be completely pointless.
Thoughts spun rapidly through Lin Xuan's mind, but Nine-Infant had already placed itself sideways in front of him. Lin Xuan almost thought he had seen wrong. Was the other party trying to act as a shield for him?
This was too absurd. Just moments ago,