Boom!
A thunderous explosion rang in his ears, and astral winds surged wildly. With Bingpo at the center, a dazzling mass of spiritual light rose out of thin air. Four-colored runes spun and flickered, looking mysterious to the extreme. Even more terrifying was that spiritual pressure, blotting out the sky and covering the earth, as it surged madly in every direction like a tide.
Such might, such force—even heaven and earth seemed to change color for it. The entire space could scarcely bear it, and began collapsing inch by inch.
Fortunately, no spatial cracks or vortices appeared, but for space to shatter to this extent, one could imagine just how powerful this strike was.
The Demonic Fate Sword was simply not even comparable.
A satisfied look appeared on Lin Xuan's face. This time, Bingpo had failed to dodge. No matter what heaven-piercing, earth-shaking divine abilities she possessed, she should surely have fallen.
Yet just as that thought crossed his mind, Lin Xuan suddenly broke out in cold sweat. An indescribable chill rose from the soles of his feet without the slightest warning, and without even thinking, Lin Xuan shot diagonally to the left...
But he was still a step too late. His chest shook, and heart-rending pain spread through his entire body. A beam of light as thick as a thumb had pierced straight through him.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
As Lin Xuan coughed, blood kept spurting from his mouth. That was hardly surprising. His lung had been pierced through, and even for an immortal cultivator, this absolutely counted as an extremely serious injury.
Yet at this moment, Lin Xuan had no time to care, because several more sharp beams were shooting toward him from behind.
One aimed for his head, one for his throat, and one for his lower abdomen.