It worked!
Great joy showed on Lin Xuan's face.
And at the moment Yanshan Ancestor was sealed in ice, his divine-sense connection with the four Demon Treasures was also severed by the might of the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire.
The Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword circled slightly, and with a loud tearing screech, it flew back upside down, carrying a fierce wind.
"Fall!"
Lin Xuan let out a great shout. His right hand, heavy and solemn as a mountain, pointed forward, and the sword transformed into a sharp streak of light, cleaving and stabbing viciously into that deep-blue Mystic Ice. A rumbling roar flowed past, and the blue ice, along with the Old Devil inside it, was split in two. Even the Demon Infant had no time to escape, turning into nothingness beneath the sword's power.
A strange light flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes, but he was still not satisfied. Rousing the last of his courage, he sent another spell seal forward.
The shattered powder of the blue ice was like oil meeting fire; it was ignited all at once. Blue light stabbed the eyes in the sky, and that eerie flame blazed fiercely.
With this, Yanshan Ancestor was completely reduced to nothingness, without even the chance to reincarnate.
Whew!
Lin Xuan let out a breath. He was naturally extremely satisfied with this outcome, but thinking back on the process, he was also chilled with lingering fear. His final victory had been pure luck.
No. He had to think of a way to advance as soon as possible. Otherwise, with his current strength, running into Spirit Division-stage old monsters was far too dangerous.
As the thought turned through his mind, Lin Xuan was just preparing to leave this troublesome place when his pupils suddenly shrank. As if he had discovered something,