Yet at that moment, it was already too late to dodge. In the blink of an eye, that blade of light had already cut its way to within a few feet of him.
The dense demonic fog had not hindered it in the slightest. Wherever the blade of light passed, even space itself was faintly distorted, and that pitch-black mist was even less worth mentioning; it was swept away directly, vanishing into thin air.
Yanshan Ancestor's face was incomparably overcast.
If another cultivator had been in his place, his head would certainly have been cut off. Yet in the end, he was a Spirit Division-stage Ancient Demon.
Roar!
An angry bellow reached the ear.
The old devil neither dodged nor retreated, yet the clothes all over his body were torn to pieces.
Then demonic qi surged and wrapped around his entire body, while the surrounding heaven-and-earth origin qi also swarmed in.
That demonic qi compressed and blended without stop, and then actually changed from a gaseous state into a solid one.
The whole process sounded complicated, but in truth, it took only an instant.
A huge black cocoon entered his sight.
Then that blade of light viciously hacked and stabbed onto its surface.
Soundlessly, everything within several dozen li suddenly fell completely still.
Yet it lasted only a few breaths before a tremendous boom came, as if thunder had exploded right beside one's ear, and the entire space trembled.
With that cocoon as the center, a mysterious halo of constantly shifting colors abruptly appeared, and countless fist-sized runes gushed out from its surface, slowly revolving around the halo.
In particular, the center of the halo was a streak of brilliant silver, exactly overlapping with the cocoon's position. Crackling sounds like flowing lightning kept entering the ear.
Lin Xuan knew well