A loud buzzing rose as that small, pale-silver swarm of insects flew toward him.
At that very moment, the insect walls laid down by the Blood Fire Ants were being broken through one after another. Even self-detonation could not stop the old devil. Though he had consumed a great deal of magic power, as the distance closed, a savage grin appeared on his face.
His left hand trembled, white light flickered, and that heart-stopping Bone Spear surfaced once more in his palm, gray-white arcs of lightning coiling around it.
Crackling explosions rang in the ears, making one feel even more vexed and unsettled.
The old devil spat out another mouthful of essence blood. It burst into a blood mist and was swiftly absorbed by the Ghost Face on the spear.
It bared its teeth in an expression of extreme delight. A streak of bloodlight shimmered over the spear, accompanied by a vicious aura that chilled one to the bone.
In the distance, Lin Xuan could not help but look grave. Although the old devil's strength had been depleted by a great deal, at this moment, he had clearly already staked everything on one throw.
Because of that, the spear's might instead surged rapidly upward. If Lin Xuan had not guessed wrong, this old devil was unwilling to continue wearing himself down here and was preparing to decide victory and defeat in a single strike, killing him on the spot.
Lin Xuan's guess was correct. Old Devil Gu had never dreamed that he would be forced to such a state by a mere Dongxuan Realm cultivator. Lin Xuan had so many treasures and had learned such a complicated array of techniques that dealing with him was troublesome to the extreme.
If they kept fighting move for move like this, the old