At the same time, elsewhere.
Lin Xuan also ran into trouble. Sensing that Shayang Old Devil had not changed direction and was still pursuing Xianmu Yi Lan, Lin Xuan was overjoyed. Yet he did not take the chance to flee far away. Instead, to everyone's surprise, he stayed.
As the saying went, great skill bred great courage. After his bout with the Corpse Demon, Lin Xuan had a clear idea of his own strength. Though he did not dare say he could steadily defeat a Dongxuan Realm cultivator, he was not necessarily weaker than them either.
Since that was the case, there was naturally no need to hurry away from this place. As far as the current situation was concerned, it was actually extremely favorable to him: he could advance and attack, retreat and defend, and if things truly went badly, he had absolute confidence in escaping.
Lin Xuan intended to watch how things developed first.
When the clam and the snipe fought, the fisherman profited. What he most hoped to do was fish in muddy waters.
Thinking this, Lin Xuan stopped his escaping light. Yet a short while later, his expression darkened.
Without another word, he raised his right hand and lightly grabbed toward one side.
At once, a halo flashed. The spiritual Qi of heaven and earth gathered in that direction, and a large azure hand appeared strangely out of nowhere. Without the slightest pause, it scooped fiercely downward.
That place had originally been empty, but now a streak of firelight strangely emerged.
It then transformed into a fiery-red spirit talisman. Though it had been imprisoned by the large hand, it still seemed full of spirituality, charging left and right. Unfortunately, it was held fast by the five fingers.
"What kind of talisman is this?"
Lin Xuan narrowed