In an instant, heaven and earth changed color. Wild winds howled all around, and terrifying yin energy gathered together. Before the Ghost Claw even arrived, space had already begun to twist, and several bolts of lightning as thick as a child's arm appeared in view.
Lin Xuan's pupils could not help contracting slightly. As expected of a ghostly being at the middle stage of the Lihe Realm—just one strike had sealed off every route of escape. Other than taking it head-on, he had no other choice.
Damn it!
Green light flashed all over Lin Xuan's body. How could he dare be the least bit careless now? His magic power surged like an enraged tide, pouring into the Demonic Fate Sword.
Then he gritted his teeth and swung it down fiercely.
That dazzling Sword Qi once again entered his eyes.
Compared to just now, its scale was clearly even grander.
The surface of the Sword Ray was wrapped in runes, and faintly, a pleasing clear cry entered the ear.
This time, Lin Xuan held absolutely nothing back.
The fierce ghost froze, and the expression on its face also turned grave. Pitch-black flames surfaced on that Ghost Claw, and over its arm, an extra layer of armor-like scales appeared.
Boom!
The two collided, and a tremendous explosion rang in his ears. The runes wrapped around the entire Ghost Claw, but Lin Xuan's expression turned ugly.
For the first time, the Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure lost its effect. The other party had actually broken through the silver Sword Ray.
"Impossible!"
With Lin Xuan's shrewdness, he still could not help crying out in shock. Even he had not expected such an outcome.
Of course, that fierce ghost was not completely unharmed either. An expression of extreme pain appeared on its face as well; its scales