Although Lin Xuan had a rare treasure on him, he was unwilling to use it under these circumstances.
Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk was a treasure one could only encounter by chance and never seek; at a critical moment, it might save his life. Unless Lin Xuan's brain had gone bad, he would never use it on something so insignificant.
The two of them, one chasing and one fleeing, always kept a distance of around a hundred li between them. Lin Xuan could not shake off his pursuer, and the Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King likewise could not catch up.
And Penglai Mountain's area could compare with You Province's, and was even somewhat larger. Though the abilities both of them displayed were no inferior to teleportation, after several hours, they still had not climbed to the mountainside.
Whether it was good luck or not, there had actually not been a single restriction along the way, but going on like this clearly would not do.
Although Lin Xuan possessed Dual Infant One Core, and his magic power was much deeper than that of cultivators of the same rank, he was still inferior to the old monster behind him. If this continued, he feared he would have no choice but to use the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk.
Damn it!
When the tiger did not show its might, did he really take him for a sick cat?
Lin Xuan simply did not want to engage in a meaningless fight; that did not mean he was afraid of the old thing behind him. The other party was pushing him too far.
As the saying went, even a rabbit would bite when pressed into a corner, not to mention Lin Xuan had never been someone easy to deal with.
As time passed, his expression grew darker and darker.