Lin Xuan's gaze swept over the seven Demon Race members at the Transformation Realm. His brows lifted slightly, and then, without the slightest hesitation, his figure blurred as he charged straight in.
The several Demon Race cultivators could not help paling in shock. They immediately roared in anger and summoned their respective Dharma Treasures.
For a time, fierce gleams flashed like lightning, surrounding Lin Xuan in the middle.
Faced with attacks like a raging storm, however, Lin Xuan showed no fear at all. With a flick of his sleeve, a palm-sized shield shot out.
Golden light flickered, turning into a dazzling curtain of light.
Against a Lihe Realm expert, the Black Gold Dragon Scale Shield was hardly of any use, but to block the attacks of several Transformation Realm Demon Race members, it seemed more than sufficient.
The first to arrive was a Mountain-Splitting Axe. On its blade, there was also a Ghost Face-shaped pattern flickering, making it obvious at a glance that it was no ordinary thing.
Yet when it chopped into the light curtain, it had not the slightest effect.
A trace of mockery flashed across Lin Xuan's face. His left hand turned over, and a pair of round rings brilliant with silver light appeared.
"Go!"
Lin Xuan pointed at the Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring.
The treasure flashed, and a great expanse of spiritual light surged out. Then the spiritual light gathered toward the center, transforming into more than a hundred enormous wind blades that carried a sound of tearing through the air sharp enough to set one's teeth on edge, shooting violently toward the front.
"No!"
Locked onto by the wind blades was a strange Demon Race member with a bull's head and a human body. At this moment, his face was filled with terror.
But