Lin Xuan gritted his teeth. His ordinary face looked resolute and unyielding. This was not the first time he had encountered such a crisis. Facing a powerful enemy, only an unbending will could lead him to victory.
Now the situation was in his favor. He would turn rot into wonder!
Who said challenging someone above one's level was impossible?
So what if it was an old monster of the Dongxuan Realm? Push a rabbit too far, and even it would bite.
Lin Xuan drew in a breath and put away the Demonic Fate Sword. His hands danced ceaselessly, and in the sky, countless phantoms actually appeared, looking just like the Buddhist Thousand-Armed Guanyin.
One profound Dharma seal after another.
Faintly, there even seemed to be the sound of Buddhist chanting.
Lin Xuan had not used True Spirit Strike many times before, but such a scene had absolutely never appeared. Could this secret technique actually have some connection to the Buddhist Sect?
The thought flashed through his mind, but Lin Xuan had no time to ponder it slowly.
The spiritual power throughout his body surged madly toward his palms. In just an instant, from his dantian to his meridians, almost every last drop of spiritual power in his entire body was wrung dry.
His mind went blank. After his magic power was emptied, dizziness swept over him. He wanted to vomit, and his whole body felt so terrible it was beyond description.
This move was indeed immensely powerful, but if one's will and divine sense had not reached a certain level, trying to use it would simply be a fool's dream.
But in terms of power, compared with the Demonic Fate Sword, it was still a cut above.
The spiritual power was compressed to an extreme. Lin Xuan brought his hands