An existence like an ice sculpture hovered several zhang before Lin Xuan, yet this was not the end. Immediately afterward, without the slightest warning, that ice sculpture began to melt. The Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire was a three-attribute divine ability—cold and poison—but the most terrifying of all was still its corrosive power of extreme yin and extreme cold.
In no more than a few breaths from start to finish, that existence, which seemed like a giant from the savage wilderness, turned into nothingness, as if it had never appeared in this world at all.
Poison Dragon Old Ancestor could not help but be greatly moved as well. Deep in his eyes, not the slightest trace of contempt remained.
"I never imagined you truly had so many divine abilities. A mere brat at the early Lihe stage actually possesses such strength. It seems Ascended Cultivators truly live up to their great reputation—no, perhaps you are even somewhat stronger than the legends say." After a moment of silence, a savage look appeared on Poison Dragon Old Ancestor's face. "It seems that without getting serious, killing you will indeed be somewhat difficult. Hmph, no matter. This is only a possession body. Even if it is ruined, it does not matter."
That low voice entered his ears, and Lin Xuan faintly felt that something was wrong.
Then the old monster let out a low shout. Pitch-black Demon Qi surged out from his body, instantly wrapping up his entire figure, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking and bursting.
Yet this was still not the end. Above his head, violent spatial fluctuations sounded out, and then a vortex roughly a zhang in diameter appeared.
Though in terms of size it was not outrageous, it was incomparably deep, like a Black Hole whose bottom could not