Though this Spirit Treasure could not be said to have been destroyed, its power had certainly been greatly reduced. Lin Xuan's expression could not help turning rather ugly. However, at this moment, he naturally could not worry about so much. First, he had to let the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire devour that strange blood mist.
Thinking this in his mind, Lin Xuan pointed forward. "Go!"
The last to take effect was the innermost layer—that unremarkable, gray, deathly stillness, a sinister cold power that could devour all things.
It could likewise devour the aura of life. In this regard, it was somewhat similar to the Blood-Transforming Divine Mist, though of course, their ultimate attributes were different.
The two secret arts began devouring each other.
Then a scene appeared that left the old monster dumbstruck. His Blood-Transforming Divine Mist, which had always carried all before it, was now completely suppressed.
That three-colored flame ignited from within the Ghost Face, slowly devouring it bit by bit.
"Impossible!"
Sick Demon was both shocked and furious. This Blood-Transforming Divine Mist was a move that even old monsters of the same rank were unwilling to meet head-on, and the other party was nothing but a mere Lihe...
"You damned brat, you dare destroy my treasure?"
Sick Demon glared and roared, blue veins bulging on his forehead. The old monster's face was filled with flustered rage.
But how could Lin Xuan possibly be frightened by him? Besides, at this point, there was no way to turn back. "So what if I destroy your treasure? Do you really think you're some great figure? Old bastard, I won't just destroy your treasure. In a moment, I'll draw out your soul and refine your spirit."
Lin Xuan said coldly.
"You..."
Sick Demon was so furious he could barely speak. He