Lin Xuan's face showed neither shock nor joy. He raised his right hand, crooked a finger, and flicked it forward.
At once, cracking blasts rang out. The ice-cone arrows trembled slightly, then, as if loosed from powerful bows and hard crossbows, shot viciously forward.
A rain of arrows filled the sky, blotting out everything within several li. Its momentum looked terrifying to the extreme.
Lie Kong True Person narrowed his eyes, and his face instantly darkened. However, he showed little fear. Raising his left hand, another Banner Flag appeared in his palm.
This banner was only about a foot long, and at a glance, there was nothing remarkable about it. Yet several ancient, simple characters were embroidered on its surface.
Those characters were exceedingly intricate and clearly had nothing to do with humans. They were the script of the Demon Race.
If it were an ordinary cultivator, nine times out of ten he would not recognize them. However, in his leisure time, Lin Xuan liked to read widely, and had pored over countless ancient classics. As a cultivator, he also possessed the divine ability of photographic memory, so he had seen a little of the Demon Race's script before.
Still, he did not recognize all of these characters, only a small fraction of them.
Lie Kong True Person pointed forward with one finger. "Swift!"
Before his voice had faded, one of the characters on the Banner Flag flared with light, suddenly brightening.
Lin Xuan saw it perfectly clearly. It happened to be a character he knew: "Guard."
Whoo...
A humming sound entered his ears. A sheet of golden cloud emerged, wrapping around the old monster's figure.
A trace of surprise flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes, but naturally his attack did not pause because of that.
The next instant, the ice-cone