Of course, all of that was only conjecture, but no matter what, Lin Xuan was still seventy to eighty percent certain.
He sent out an incantation seal. The Hundred Spirit Bell's halo flashed, and the Flame Corpse Crows immediately flew back. This time, those white spirit birds did not follow close behind; instead, with a puff, they vanished.
The surroundings grew calm once more, but only on the surface. In truth, a killing intent that made one's heart pound with fear lay hidden beneath.
How exactly was he supposed to break the Illusion Formation before him?
Lin Xuan did not have time to dawdle here. At this moment, he was facing at least two cultivators above the Dongxuan Realm, and compared with him, both were only stronger, not weaker. If this dragged on, he might truly invite fatal disaster upon himself.
Ordinary attacks had no effect at all. Whether spirit birds or treasures, they would end up like him, sinking into this endless illusion.
Time could not be wasted, but striking blindly was likewise no proper choice. Lin Xuan was caught in a dilemma.
At the same time, the golden-yellow Golden Lion had long since caught up. Yet as he gazed at that thick fog, a trace of reverence appeared on his face.
That was right, reverence, as though this thing inspired both respect and fear in him.
He clearly knew Lin Xuan was inside, but he did not advance any farther. Instead, a halo flashed, and his body rapidly shrank.
In the space of only a few breaths, the Golden Lion vanished. In his place, a Golden-Haired Elder appeared before the fog. Though his face was full of wrinkles, his build was tall, broad, and imposing. His beard and hair were a reddish-gold, each strand like a halberd,