Seeking no merit, only no mistakes—since he knew time might bring him a turning point, Lin Xuan naturally tried to stall as much as possible.
Nine lotuses slowly revolved before him, but they did not attack the enemy. Lin Xuan's thoughts now were focused mainly on defense.
Unfortunately, the Silver-Winged Corpse King had reached its limit, and Lin Xuan had no choice but to put it back into the Spirit Ghost Bag. Otherwise, with this Corpse Demon's aid, his chances of victory could have increased by a great deal.
Now, of course, he could only rely on himself.
On the other side, Yanshan Ancestor was also well aware of his own situation.
A swift battle and quick decision was the best choice.
His magic power was being consumed at a rapid pace at every moment.
The old monster flicked his sleeve, and several Demon Treasures shot out from his waist.
They were a saber, a sword, and a drum.
Then he lightly flicked his finger, and a disc-shaped Demon Treasure came into view as well.
In the middle of that Demon Treasure was a lifelike ghost face.
Four treasures, and every single one was no small matter.
The Old Devil controlled them all at once, and a bit of strain showed on his face. There was nothing strange about that; the more powerful a treasure was, the more divine sense and magic power it consumed to control.
Of course, at this very moment, if he wanted to break through Lin Xuan's defenses, this was indeed the best choice.
Lin Xuan's expression was very grave.
His magic power was also nearly exhausted now. Although he was gripping a Top-grade Spirit Stone and continuously drawing out the pure spiritual power within it as a supplement, compared to his consumption, this was merely