Boom!
A thunderous crash rang in his ears. Silver light stabbed at the eyes, engulfing everything within several li. Half the sky seemed wrapped in that dazzling radiance, and fist-sized mysterious runes surfaced across it, spinning, swallowing and spitting, while vast spiritual pressure came crashing down from the heavens.
It made breathing quicken. The area nearby seemed to have been baked into scorched earth by that majestic energy. The ground collapsed, and everything shrouded by the silver light shattered inch by inch.
In the distance, the surviving Mortals cried out in alarm, their faces filled with terror. The scene before them seemed little different from the end of the world.
Under the bombardment of such a great divine ability, nothing could possibly survive.
Yet Lin Xuan was not so optimistic.
At the instant before the Sword Ray struck the Mystic Ice, the old monster's expression was still vivid in his mind.
Though furious, that look was absolutely not one a despairing man should have had.
Although Lin Xuan was fully confident in his own move, this was, after all, his first time facing a Spirit Division-level old monster.
How would the other party deal with it?
The suspense turned through Lin Xuan's mind, and his eyes stared unblinking toward the heart of the explosion.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly.
An inconceivable scene appeared before him.
Space twisted. Milky-white light flashed, and the old monster at the center of the explosion actually vanished.
"Impossible!"
Lin Xuan saw it perfectly clearly. That was absolutely not the Teleportation Technique. The other party had not moved elsewhere—he had truly disappeared.
"This..."
How rich was Lin Xuan's experience in magical combat? Yet he had truly never encountered such a thing. In his shock, silver light surged in his eyes as he drove the Heavenly Phoenix