The Devil Race woman's lovely face went pale; her earlier arrogance and tyranny were completely replaced by terror.
She wanted to dodge, but with her natal Origin Pearl shattered, she had almost no magic power left. Faced with the ferocious attack before her, she was powerless to turn the tide.
She could only watch as the Blazing Flame Blade came crashing down toward her head.
There was not the slightest obstruction. Now was the moment she was at her weakest. A dazzling red light flashed, and the woman's body was cleaved into two halves.
No Nascent Soul escaped from within, but Lin Xuan still swept his right hand through the air. The Banner Flag shook, and a great mass of flames surged out, wrapping around this devil's remains and thoroughly reducing them to ash.
Awoo!
An earth-shaking roar entered his ears. The sound was incomparably enormous, whipping up towering waves across the sea. Fortunately, there were no fish, shrimp, or other creatures nearby; otherwise, they would certainly have exploded and died.
Lin Xuan slowly turned his head and saw that the bald Devil Race member's face was filled with shock and fury. The hunter had become the prey. Not even in his dreams had he imagined his companion would die at the enemy's hands.
Was this some kind of joke? One had to know that compared with cultivators of the same rank, Ancient Demons were generally somewhat stronger. The other party was merely at the early Dongxuan stage...
Could this fellow be pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger?
But even an old monster at the late Dongxuan stage could not possibly wipe them out with just a few casual blows.
Thinking of this, a chill rose in the bald Ancient Demon's heart. His strength and that of