A miss by a hair meant an error of a thousand li. Lin Xuan had already seized the chance to charge forward.
He was only a few feet away, and surging Demon Qi swarmed up from Lin Xuan's body.
His right hand blurred, and then a pitch-black bird claw appeared in sight.
Demon Transformation!
Its nails were as sharp as blades. Lin Xuan swept his right hand lightly, and hissing sounds of torn air entered the ears. Along with them came brilliant claw-rays. That momentum could not be described in words; with the greatest ease, they tore that gray, murky shield into pieces.
The remaining claw-rays did not weaken in the slightest and continued killing straight toward the cultivator ahead.
Sick Demon's expression instantly turned ugly to the extreme. The defensive Dharma Treasures on his body had almost all been destroyed just now, and it was too late to dodge. What was he supposed to do?
If it had been another cultivator here, they would probably already have been flustered, but Sick Demon was different after all. Leaving this old fellow's character aside for the moment, his experience in magical combat was very rich.
If he could not block it and could not dodge, then the only choice was to seize the attack, to use offense in place of defense.
Ignore the opponent's attack and unleash his own move as well, striking at the other party. At worst, it would end in both sides suffering.
Lightning flashed through his mind, and Sick Demon made his judgment in an instant.
He inhaled, and a dagger appeared in sight. Its surface flickered with black light, seeming to contain some vicious poison. Then, with a sweep of his wrist, he stabbed viciously toward Lin Xuan.
A sharp sound of breaking air entered the