Moreover, judging by the speed of that escaping light, it was clearly several notches faster than Lin Xuan's, and the distance between the two was rapidly shrinking.
Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed slightly. Naturally, he was unwilling to be caught just like that. His figure blurred, vanishing from where he stood without a trace. When he appeared again, he was already several thousand zhang ahead.
Nine Heavens Micro-Steps!
And at this moment, Lin Xuan was using it with all his strength. His figure drifted unpredictably, spiritual light flickering as he fled farther and farther away. Though that golden Golden Lion's face was filled with rage, if he could not catch up, he could only cry out helplessly.
This continued for roughly the time it took to drink a cup of tea. Just as it looked as if Lin Xuan was about to escape danger, a sudden change occurred. Ahead of him, a dense bank of white fog abruptly appeared, then came dropping down over his head.
"Not good."
Lin Xuan's experience in magical combat was extremely rich, and he immediately saw that something was wrong with this fog. However, the other party had appeared far too strangely, without the slightest warning beforehand, and the area it covered was exceedingly broad. For him to try to dodge it was nothing but a fool's dream.
Of course, Lin Xuan would not simply sit and wait for death. With a sweep of his sleeve, the Mystic Cyan Mother-Child Shield flew out. Seven palm-sized shields lined up in front of him, and then a humming sound entered his ears. The shields rearranged themselves into a fan shape, each erupting with spiritual light that linked into a single cyan light curtain. A taiji pattern circulated across it, looking mysterious and profound to the extreme.
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