"What?"
Poison Dragon Old Ancestor's voice was not loud, but every word crashed into Lin Xuan's ears like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. Even with Lin Xuan's nature, steady to the extreme, his expression could not help changing wildly at this moment.
"Are you telling the truth?"
"Judge for yourself," Poison Dragon Old Ancestor's arrogant voice entered his ears. "Otherwise, why do you think this old man, when refining an External Incarnation, would stuff himself full and go out of his way to choose a Corpse Demon? Do you think this old man didn't know that fusing a Primordial Spirit with a Zombie is far more difficult than seizing a cultivator's body?"
He did not say the rest, but Lin Xuan faintly guessed it as well. A Corpse Demon was indeed fraught with peril during fusion, but a Zombie's body was far tougher than that of a cultivator of the same rank, and even surpassed the Demon Race. In this way, when he released the stored power, it could withstand it. Otherwise, it would long since have exploded and died.
As the thought flashed through his mind, Lin Xuan's expression grew even uglier.
What should he do?
Use Phantom Escape, turn around, and run?
If he did that, escaping might not be hard. The problem was that he could not get past the hurdle in his own heart.
He had already seen the treasure. To leave just like this—he was truly too unwilling.
Besides, four hundred years ago, he had been chased by Poison Dragon Old Ancestor up to heaven and down into the earth. Was he supposed to repeat that outcome four hundred years later?
The moment he thought of this, Lin Xuan felt unbearably stifled, a hundred times unwilling.
But if he did not do that, what