Shock filled his heart, but at this moment, killing Corpse King Qingyuan was what mattered most. Lin Xuan had no time to think too deeply. He clenched both hands, struck out a spell seal, and continued controlling his attacks to pursue the Corpse King.
Roar!
A shrill cry entered his ears, and corpse stench surged to the heavens. Several claw rays shot out from the dark clouds, gathered in midair, and a pitch-black Ghost Claw appeared in sight, dozens of zhang in size, viciously clawing toward the golden Phoenix.
Naturally, the Spirit Bird would not show weakness. It spread both wings and slammed headfirst into that enormous Ghost Claw. For a time, Demon Wind and corpse Qi clashed savagely together.
As for the Azure Phantom Nether Fire, a fierce glint flashed across the Corpse King's face. He opened his mouth and spat out a stream of foul corpse blood, mixing it with his Life Essence. With a boom, it met the Demon Flame in midair, and for the moment, neither side gained the upper hand.
Lin Xuan frowned slightly. Fighting like this would have no effect. Just then, Qin Yan moved. She raised both hands and traced strange trajectories through the void. Ancient, simple incantations entered the ear, and then those tens of thousands of red sword lights gathered in midair and shot fiercely in this direction.
Their momentum was astonishing beyond compare. Lin Xuan froze, and his expression could not help changing wildly. With so much Sword Qi in an indiscriminate attack, while the two old monsters would be unlucky, wouldn't he and Yue'er be swept up in it as well?
When the city gate caught fire, the fish in the moat suffered; yet here and now, it was clearly too late to dodge. Taking a deep breath, Lin