Wave after wave of weakness washed over him. Three great killing moves in a row had nearly wrung every drop of magic power from Lin Xuan's body dry, while before him, a scene like the end of the world filled his eyes.
The deep pit beneath his feet was like an incomparably vast vortex, its bottom nowhere in sight, more than a hundred zhang across. Around it, fissures as cleanly cut as if by blades and axes spread outward like a spiderweb.
The ground was still smoking. The scorching heat had melted soil and stone alike into a molten state. As far as the eye could see, it was like a hellscape covered in magma; even the widely rumored sea of fire in the Underworld Realm was nothing more than this.
Lin Xuan's gaze had dimmed to the extreme. This time, the overdraft of his magic power had truly been far too violent. He drew a breath, then somewhat laboriously lifted his right hand and patted his waist. A Jade Bottle appeared. Pulling out the stopper, he tilted his head back and took a drop of Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk into his mouth.
In an instant, abundant magic power spread from his dantian, expanding through his extraordinary meridians and eight vessels. Blue light flowed, and rich magic power once again suffused him from head to toe.
Only then did Lin Xuan raise his head, his expression grave as he looked forward. When the last trace of smoke and dust was blown away by the wind, the old monster's figure finally appeared.
His clothes were in tatters, and he was wretched to the extreme.
No, even that description was still far from accurate. His four limbs were already maimed and incomplete; one hand and one foot had been severed at the elbow