Faced with the bizarre vortex before them, Lin Xuan and Tian Xiaojian could not help but change color in horror.
This thing actually bore some resemblance to the legendary Spatial Turbulence.
Of course, its power could not be mentioned in the same breath.
But at least its nature was the same.
Both could devour all things.
However, at this moment, neither of them had any room left to change their moves.
Lin Xuan let out a great shout and poured all the magic power in his body into the Demonic Fate Sword. Tian Xiaojian's display was much the same; there was no time now to hide one's clumsiness.
Silver radiance stabbed at the eyes. The Qilin's size suddenly swelled by a circle, and it slammed viciously into the vortex.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—the sounds entered their ears, and the might of the Jade Comb Spirit Treasure was not to be outdone. The golden threads filling the sky, like a sudden storm of wind and rain, also plunged into the vortex.
For a time, gold and silver shone together with the vortex's deep, inky black. The suction force came to an abrupt halt, and the surrounding air seemed to congeal.
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. Vaguely, he also realized that the other party was using a spatial-type spell. What terrifying power—it had actually blocked the combined strike of him and Tian Xiaojian.
One had to know that what the two of them were using were no ordinary treasures. These old fellows at the late stage of the Lihe Realm, one after another, truly all had skills kept at the bottom of their chests.
The Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King was not having an easy time.
In truth, with his realm, he was still far from being able to master such a formidable