With that thought in mind, Lin Xuan tipped back his head and drank the last few drops of Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk.
Whoosh!
His magic power was like a raging, burning flame, igniting his dantian in an instant before filling every limb and bone in his body. Though Lin Xuan's face was full of exhaustion, both his fighting spirit and his magic power had already recovered to their peak state.
Fire Cloud Venerable wanted to destroy him here, but it was nothing more than wasted scheming.
As the thought flashed through his mind, Lin Xuan waved both hands, sending one spell art after another into the screen of light before him. At once, the Mystic Cyan Mother-Child Shield blazed with spiritual light, turning bright again from its former dimness.
But this was not the end.
With a sweep of Lin Xuan's sleeve, dazzling radiance flashed, and the Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring also shot out.
Cold air sprayed in all directions. The moment the twin rings appeared in the void, they turned a deep azure blue.
Then dragon roars entered his ears, and the figures of ice dragons gradually became clear.
Three days ago, he had once used the secret art of the Hundred Dragon Fangs, but before it could take shape, it had been turned into nothingness by that terrifying pillar of fire.
But with Lin Xuan's temperament, of course he would not allow the same bitter lesson to repeat itself. This time, there was ample time. First, hundreds of ice dragons emerged, then with a slight flicker, they actually became thousands.
They coiled and danced in midair, and soul-shaking dragon roars rang out one after another.
This move had originally been a powerful offensive technique, but at this moment, Lin Xuan was using it for defense.
A thousand dragons