Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. What a troublesome fellow!
As expected of a Spirit Division-level Demon Insect. It was even harder to deal with than he had imagined.
With that barrier over it, the sound waves released by the Hundred Spirit Bell could not be said to have no effect at all, but basically, that effect was negligible.
The Heavenly Thunder Sand and Iron Feather Locust Blade were even more useless. They were basically like mayflies shaking a great tree.
Damn it!
When Lin Xuan saw this, instead of anger, he laughed. A mere insect actually dared to act so arrogantly. Did it really think this young master was afraid of it?
With a sweep of his sleeve, dazzling spiritual light flashed, and a short sword about a foot long shot out.
Lin Xuan reached out and grasped it, drew a deep breath, and poured all the magic power in his body into it.
In an instant, fierce radiance flared up, and a majestic surge of spiritual energy, centered on the Immortal Sword in Lin Xuan's hand, erupted thunderously in every direction.
Since it could block the attack of the Hundred Spirit Bell, then it could have a taste of the power of another one of his Heaven-Reaching Spirit Treasures.
Lin Xuan let out a great shout.
The figures of the Four Spirits appeared out of thin air, then rapidly became clear, baring fangs and brandishing claws as they pounced forward.
The natures of the Four Spirits were utterly different, but the power they displayed together was enough to make one click their tongue. In the eyes of the Purple Patterned Corpse Insect, a very human-like look of gravity appeared.
A shrill insect cry entered his ears, and then an inconceivable scene appeared.
The mottled, patterned barrier outside its body