A demonic wind rose in force, and a pitch-black demonic shadow emerged.
A secret art of Dharma Idol!
How vast was Lin Xuan's experience? It was not as if he had never fought high-rank Ancient Demons before. He immediately recognized what divine ability the other party was using.
That Dharma Idol was bizarre to the extreme.
It was actually a Demon Arm with muscles knotted like gnarled roots.
It was more than ten zhang long.
A look of surprise appeared on Lin Xuan's face, but he was certain he had not seen wrongly. It truly was only a single arm.
Its five fingers clenched tight, and it smashed a fist viciously toward the sword light above his head!
Bang!
An explosive sound like a thunderclap from a clear sky entered their ears. That sword light was actually scattered by the blow, though the Dharma Idol Demon Arm fared no better, clearly dimming by quite a bit.
"Not bad. It seems the classics say Ancient Demons, because they love fighting and ruthlessness, possess strength far surpassing cultivators of the same rank. That wasn't empty boasting after all."
Lin Xuan's murmured voice entered their ears. As for Lihe Late Stage existences, who knew how many had died by his hand? Among them, there truly had not been many capable of blocking one of his strikes.
However, if this Ancient Demon thought he could escape just like this, then he was far too naive.
A trace of mockery flashed across the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. His figure flickered, and he had already vanished from where he stood. Then spatial fluctuations abruptly rose, and he appeared three feet in front of the Ancient Demon.
Then Lin Xuan slapped his palm down.
That movement was just like swatting a mosquito.
A trace of astonishment