Trying to exhaust his magic power was nothing but a delusion.
"Since you're unwilling to surrender and be bound, I'll send you to the Underworld."
Lin Xuan's cold laugh reached their ears.
With a flick of his sleeve, hundreds of Sword Qi swam out like fish. Then they flashed in the wind and rapidly swelled. Immediately after, five-colored halos circulated, one becoming three, three splitting into nine, and very quickly they blocked half the sky. Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth—five differently colored Sword Qi whirled and flowed around Lin Xuan's body, numbering in the several thousands.
From afar, they looked like a five-colored ocean, mysterious to the extreme.
The Ancient Demons' expressions changed wildly.
Hissing sounds of tearing through the air kept reaching their ears; from this alone, it was not hard to judge how sharp that Sword Qi was.
Though otherworldly Demon Monsters were naturally warlike and savage, that did not mean they could put life and death completely aside. At this moment, every one of them showed fear on their faces, hesitating and not daring to advance.
The Two-Headed Four-Armed Monster was furious. The heaven-shaking sound of the Demon Drum reached their ears, but he did not need to urge them at all, because Lin Xuan had already intended to send them to the Underworld.
"Break!"
Following Lin Xuan's loud shout, explosive sounds reached their ears. Those Sword Qi instantly scattered and shot in all directions, their speed like streaming light and flashing shadows.
At once, sprays of blood filled the sky, and a fishy stench spread through the vicinity. Although Lin Xuan had not summoned a treasure, among the Ancient Demons present, not a single one was a match for him in even one exchange.
Wherever the Sword Qi passed, those who touched it died, those