Lin Xuan's figure flashed without a second thought, Nine Heavens Micro-Steps already unfolding, and in the next instant he had shifted a thousand zhang away.
He did this not because he had discovered any danger or anything amiss, but merely because of the experience tempered out of blood and carnage.
In other words, Lin Xuan had not even thought through this choice. It was nothing more than instinct.
Yet sometimes, instinctive reactions were extremely important.
Almost at the very moment he had just moved away, while the Void Shadow still lingered in place, a soft "chi" slipped into his ears.
The sound was extremely faint and fine, almost negligible, yet accompanying it was a spatial fluctuation, and a puff of silver threads, fine as a drizzle of ox hair, shot toward Lin Xuan in a dense cluster.
On the surface, there was nothing remarkable about them, but the instant they pierced the Void Shadow, dazzling brilliance burst forth, enough to show that their power was far from trivial.
If that were all, it would have been one thing, but in the distance, Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes, silver light flaring deep in his pupils. Around that puff of silver threads, space was faintly showing signs of freezing.
"No wonder..."
Lin Xuan murmured to himself. Earlier, it had seemed as though the moment the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire appeared, it had made the other party suffer quite a bit, but he knew his own affairs best; that had only been because the other party had underestimated him.
Moreover, cold, deadly poison, corrosion, and devouring—four attributes had emerged at once. The latter three were one thing, but only the cold had not had the slightest effect at all.
Thinking about it now, Lin Xuan had found the reason.
All things could not