A faint sneer appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. The situation had already turned around. He raised his right hand, and a simply styled, ancient-looking Long Spear emerged.
He reached out and gripped it.
Wooo...
A bleak, desolate sound entered his ears. Lin Xuan poured magic power into it, and mottled patterns covered the surface of the treasure. Cyan light blazed dazzlingly, and countless ancient, simple runes emerged, vastly different from Human Race writing, but bearing some resemblance to the legendary Demon Race script.
Perhaps this Long Spear had originally been a treasure from the Demon Race.
As more magic power was absorbed, those Demon Race characters grew more and more numerous. Then they flashed and formed a circle, and a strange, exquisitely wrought formation appeared before him.
Raising his right hand, Lin Xuan swung the Long Spear in his grasp down hard.
A ripping sound rang out loudly, and a fierce, violent aura surged forth. Immediately afterward, a crescent-shaped blade of light emerged with it.
As if it meant to cleave the void apart, it slashed and stabbed fiercely toward that blood-red curtain of light.
In Bi Fang's eyes, red light flared. The Plumes on its head all stood up one by one. The situation before it was extremely unfavorable, yet the pride of a True Spirit made it unwilling to retreat.
And with that slight hesitation, it missed the best chance to dodge. A ripping sound entered its ears, and the blade of light had already cut into the light curtain ahead. It met not the slightest obstruction. This treasure already possessed spatial secret arts, and Bi Fang's head was cut off.
"Impossible!"
Flower Ancestor's eyes went wide. His originally calm and composed expression vanished, replaced by terror. The hunter had become the prey—what was he