"The Devil Race's grand commander's pet?"
After hearing Yue'er's words, Lin Xuan's expression abruptly darkened. Although he did not know exactly what the Sinful Dragon was, that brief description alone was enough to make him fear it deeply.
After all, though that fellow's strength was slightly inferior to a True Immortal's, the difference was only a hair's breadth. As for how mighty the pet he kept would be, one could figure it out even with one's toes.
The scene before him was all too familiar. Lin Xuan had seen it more than once—the God Descent Technique!
That old fellow truly deserved to be called a Devil Ancestor of the upper realm. Using the flesh, blood, essence, and souls of Nascent Soul Cultivators as sacrificial offerings, he had actually summoned the Sinful Dragon down.
Of course, it was not the Sinful Dragon's true body, merely one sharp claw of a Spirit Division.
But even so, it was already terrifying to the extreme. If his guess was correct, the power of this claw was enough to compare with an existence at the Dongxuan stage.
The expressions of the others were much the same. Though they were even less clear on what that enormous sharp claw was, there could be no mistaking that suffocating sensation.
A trace of bewilderment flashed through Tian Xiaojian's eyes.
In Lin Xuan's heart, however, a warning sign inexplicably arose.
One could not be without the heart to guard against others. As for an Ancient Demon, he would not speak of trust in the slightest.
His figure flickered, and Lin Xuan had already vanished from where he stood, using Nine Heavens Micro-Steps to retreat several dozen zhang.
And at that very moment, the Ancient Demon let out a furious shout: "Break!"
A rumbling crash poured into their ears, and