"Passing by?"
The woman froze, then burst into delicate laughter, her body trembling like swaying blossoms. "Is that so? But no matter why you're here, it no longer matters. Even if you were merely caught in the disaster, that only proves your luck is poor. Since you've come here, don't even think of leaving. Having your soul scattered into nothingness is your only end."
Before she had finished speaking, she had already struck.
She raised her left hand and lightly waved the silk kerchief in it. At once, pink Fragrant Mist spread out, swarming toward Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan frowned, his face showing extreme anger. His luck on this trip out was truly rotten. Not only had the Corpse Demon been possessed by someone else, but now he had been dragged into a conflict for no reason.
How could Lin Xuan not understand the other party's aim? Put plainly, there was nothing unusual about it in the slightest: killing him to silence him.
Damn it!
Though Lin Xuan did not want to engage in pointless fighting, he was not about to let himself be slaughtered. At this moment, meeting the attack was his only choice.
However, compared with immortal cultivators, Ancient Demons of the same rank were somewhat harder to deal with. He could not be careless.
In the blink of an eye, the red mist had already pounced before him. It gathered toward the middle, and a pink skeleton appeared in his sight.
It looked eerie and mysterious. Cracking sounds entered his ears as its mouth chewed wildly for a moment, then spat out pink demonic fire.
The other party attacked as soon as she said she would, without the slightest delay, but Lin Xuan was equally experienced, and he had been carefully on guard the entire time. How