In the blink of an eye, it enveloped the old monster. This time, however, Yanshan Ancestor had no intention of meeting it head-on. A mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his figure suddenly gave an eerie shake to the left and right. Countless afterimages burst forth, while his true body had already dissolved into nothingness amid them.
The next moment, tearing sounds rang out in a great clamor. Those terrifying claw gleams had covered everything within several li, and not a single afterimage survived. In an instant, they were ripped to pieces.
Yet what had been struck was nothing more than afterimages. His true body had long since fled a thousand zhang away, and his target was none other than Lin Xuan.
After that probe just now, Yanshan Ancestor had already confirmed that Lin Xuan was extremely troublesome. Even now, he did not know why a mere Dongxuan Realm cultivator could control a Spirit Division-level Corpse Demon. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed it no matter what anyone said.
Yet the fact was right before his eyes, so of course he could not pretend not to see it.
The Silver-Winged Corpse King was difficult to deal with, but so what? Lin Xuan was its weakness. As long as he killed Lin Xuan, this Spirit Division-level Corpse Demon would no longer pose the slightest threat to him.
The old monster saw this perfectly clearly. His experience in magical combat was equally rich, which was why he abandoned the Corpse Demon and went straight for Lin Xuan.
Shoot the man by first shooting the horse; capture the bandits by first capturing their king. The tactic he was using now followed the same logic as that proverb.
The change came