He raised his right hand, and a strangely styled Dharma Treasure appeared in the air. Lin Xuan then reached out and gripped it. It was a simple, ancient Long Spear, even somewhat old and worn in appearance.
A treasure did not necessarily have to be gorgeous to be useful.
At the very least, this Sea-Overturning Halberd was one that could unleash overwhelming strength from within its simplicity.
Was the Demonic Bird before him not skilled in spatial secret arts? Then he would let it witness what his own spatial Dharma Treasure could do.
A cold smile hung at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth, yet he did not strike carelessly.
Instead, he lay in wait like a hunter, keeping his prey firmly in his sights.
Waiting required patience.
Lin Xuan had long passed the age of impulsiveness. He was searching for the right moment; if he did not strike, so be it, but once he did, it would shock stone and startle heaven.
Of course, aside from waiting, Lin Xuan was not idle either. Whether it was the treasures or the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire, all required his control. So-called openings were not something the opponent would reveal on its own. Everything depended on his own grasp of the situation, on using these attacks to force it into making a mistake.
Lin Xuan had already seen through it. Although this Demonic Bird's intelligence was decent, compared with humans, there was still a gap. Its spiritual wisdom had not fully awakened, so Lin Xuan believed that this effort would absolutely not be in vain. He would surely be able to force it into jumping into the trap he had laid.
This was precisely the principle of inviting the lord into the urn.
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