This shield was utterly different from ordinary treasures. Not only were its patterns strange, but many runes also flickered in and out of sight across its surface. Needless to say, it was none other than the Black Gold Dragon Scale Shield Lin Xuan had refined anew.
Lin Xuan gripped it with both hands, and a silver-gray light curtain surfaced from the shield, wrapping around him.
In the next instant, a stench shot to the heavens. That ten-thousand-year Corpse King had already pounced right before him. He opened his mouth and spat out a grayish-white corpse fire. With a sharp sizzle, it touched the light curtain, and something astonishing happened.
Grayish-white cold air spread rapidly, and a thick layer of ice appeared on the surface of the light curtain.
A cold-attribute Demon Flame?
Lin Xuan was stunned for a moment, but after thinking it over carefully, there was nothing strange about it. Zombies were Yinhun ghostly beings, and the divine abilities they cultivated were mostly of the utmost yin and utmost cold attributes.
Corpse fire was no exception.
The Black Gold Dragon Scale Shield was sealed in ice, yet a faint smile appeared on Lin Xuan's face. If this treasure had been as it was before being refined anew, it indeed would have been somewhat beyond its strength to withstand an attack from a Lihe Realm existence. But now...
"Go."
Lin Xuan calmly pointed a finger.
Wuu...
A low, heavy sound entered his ears, as if a ten-thousand-year Mystic Turtle had raised his head and roared. Afterward, spiritual light burst from the shield's surface, and a hazy white halo rose out of thin air, unexpectedly blocking that cold air without the slightest effort.
Corpse King Qingyuan's pupils shrank slightly. A trace of fierceness flashed across his ugly, hideous face. With a