In an instant, towering waves surged across the sea, and fierce winds ravaged everything in their path. Heaven and earth spun, as if the entire space might collapse at any moment.
A Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasure, plus the Hundred Dragon Fangs—their power was absolutely enough to leave one dumbstruck. Though Shayang Old Devil was a Dongxuan Realm cultivator, whether he could have taken it even in his prime was still uncertain, let alone now.
The demonic qi that filled the sky was finally swept clean. The wails of the Fierce Ghosts reached the ear, and that enormous Ghost Claw was ultimately swallowed by the sword light and the hundred dragons.
The attack was not stopped by this. Immediately after, it came crashing down toward Shayang Old Ancestor's true body.
The expression on the old monster's face could no longer be described with words. Everything that had happened today was, to him, almost no different from a dream.
Originally, he had wanted to seize the murderer who had killed his disciple. In the blink of an eye, however, he himself was about to fall.
Needless to say, his heart was filled with grief and fury, but this was simply what the cultivation world was like—the weak were prey to the strong.
If one's strength was lacking, blaming heaven and resenting others was useless.
Seeing the sword light about to reach him, he raised his head and let out a roar of grief and anger. The surrounding heaven-and-earth origin qi swarmed into his body, and the spiritual power within him became utterly frenzied, faintly revealing a sense of chaos.
The demonic qi on the surface of his body turned black-red, condensing into tentacles one after another that looked like Magic Snakes, writhing there madly.
How rich was Lin Xuan's experience? He immediately saw