A figure appeared before their eyes.
His face was full of ease.
Never mind being wiped out—there was not even the slightest trace of distress in his eyes.
The attack just now had been like a fresh breeze brushing past him, not causing him the slightest trouble at all.
"H-How is that possible?"
All the Black Wind Bandits widened their eyes, thinking they had seen wrong.
Wolf-pack tactics, hundreds of high-rank cultivators attacking together, coordinating closely, with the wondrous support of a formation layered in.
How could the other party not even have a bit of skin scraped?
Unless he was not at Lihe, but a Dongxuan Realm immortal cultivator.
As that thought flashed through their minds, not only the leaders and heads, even the lowly underlings all changed color.
Playing the pig to eat the tiger?
An old monster of that level was not someone their Black Wind Bandits could afford to provoke.
At this moment, there was no need for the chiefs to remind them of anything. One after another, they all scrambled to release their divine sense. But he truly was only at Lihe, and had not even reached the peak of the middle stage. The cultivators looked at one another, all pondering the same question: at such a level, why was he ferocious to such an extent?
"Eh, look in front of him."
One of the pirates had sharp eyes—more accurately, he had also cultivated some kind of Spirit Eye Secret Technique. Of course, compared with Lin Xuan's Heavenly Phoenix Divine Eye, it was nothing worth mentioning.
But penetrating dense fog was still no problem. Just now, he really had not noticed that in front of Lin Xuan there was a layer of pale cyan light screen, as thin as a cicada's wing. A taiji pattern