The woman's face changed drastically at the sight. She could no longer worry about anything else and hurriedly opened her sandalwood lips, spitting out a stream of spiritual energy of utmost purity. In an instant, rosy light flashed, and a murky gray wall of light surfaced from the White Bone Shield, stretching across in front of Lin Xuan and the woman.
It was extremely dense and thick, clearly possessing no small defensive power.
Lin Xuan turned a blind eye to it. A cold snort rang in their ears, and within several li, fire-attributed vital energy swiftly gathered, wrapping around Lin Xuan's right hand. Then he smashed his fist viciously into that wall of light.
Boom!
A tremendous crash like a thunderclap from a clear sky rang in their ears, and the Force Cyclone appeared before their eyes as well. Astral winds spilled in every direction; in that instant, even space itself seemed to tremble violently.
"Impossible. What secret art is this? Never mind a Demon Cultivator—even among the true Demon Race, very few can possess such terrifying attack power with bare hands."
The heavily made-up woman muttered to herself, her face full of fear. By now, it was already too late to dodge. The wall of light and the White Bone Shield shattered in an instant like tofu.
The heavily made-up woman's face turned ashen. Almost by instinct, she flashed to the side and finally managed to avoid her vital points, but she felt her left shoulder go numb, and then a heart-rending pain surged into her mind.
She was terrified to the extreme and hurriedly took a deep breath before she managed to suppress that dreadful pain. Although she had dodged very quickly just now, she had still been a little too slow. Her left shoulder had taken a