After that, the demonic mist gathered toward the center, actually taking form as hundreds upon hundreds of pythons.
They varied in length and size, but even the smallest was over seventy or eighty feet long. Their faces were hideous and evil, their fangs bared, and single horns jutted from their heads.
One glance was enough to tell they were no ordinary pythons.
They opened their bloody maws wide, demonic mist surging out as they moved to meet the Hundred Dragon Fangs head-on.
In an instant, roars rang out in force. Whether Fire Dragons, Ice Flood Dragons, or Demon Pythons, all were numerous, coiling around and tearing at one another, and for a time, neither side could gain the upper hand.
Lin Xuan's expression turned somewhat ugly. To the current him, the Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring might have been somewhat tasteless as a chicken rib, but the power of the Hundred Dragon Fangs was no small matter. It counted as one of his trump-card skills, yet it had actually been broken by his opponent so easily.
His face darkening, Lin Xuan poured all the magic power in his body into the Landscape Fan.
With a flick of his hand, a snap rang in his ears, and the folding fan abruptly opened.
The fan surface shimmered with spiritual light. Who knew what material it had been forged from, but on its surface, in ink and color, was painted a landscape scene.
A verdant peak, a small lake.
From atop that emerald peak, a waterfall like the Silver River poured down, vast and majestic in its momentum...
And even more terrifying spiritual pressure swarmed forth.
As Lin Xuan infused his magic power, the painted landscape seemed to come alive.
"A replica Spirit Treasure!"
The Old Devil's pupils shrank slightly, and a trace