Lin Xuan frowned. So many days had already passed, yet that Tribulation Dragon still had not been refined. It wheeled and danced within the Azure Phantom Nether Fire, as if trying to break out of its shell.
Damn it. He had been too careless.
Lin Xuan turned his wrist, and the Azure Phantom Nether Fire was taken back into his body.
Before dealing with the Tribulation Dragon, Lin Xuan did not dare use this secret art recklessly. If it backfired, it would be no joke. And with that slight delay, the buzzing swelled to a roar, and that pitch-black insect cloud had already flown above his head.
They were only about ten feet apart. It was too late to dodge.
But there was no fear in Lin Xuan's eyes. The Insect Control Technique was indeed incomparably powerful, but Lihe Realm cultivators could manipulate the vitality of heaven and earth.
With a sweep of his sleeve, the surrounding heaven-and-earth vitality frantically condensed toward the center, and a misty white hurricane appeared before his eyes.
It linked heaven and earth, with a diameter of over ten feet, wrapping Lin Xuan's entire body inside.
However, this so-called "wind" was actually formed from countless ice blades, each one about the size of a palm.
They spun and flashed, gathering together, their might far beyond that of an ordinary hurricane.
After that insect cloud descended, it was like moths flying into a flame, ground into powder by the whirlwind formed from the ice blades.
Yet the remaining Demon Insects still charged on, fierce and fearless of death. Lin Xuan's brows knit slightly, and he vaguely sensed something wrong. It was as if the other party had sent these Demon Insects to die.
But at this moment, how could he still retreat? Lin Xuan was already