Half an hour later, Lin Xuan returned to where he had started. Everything within ten thousand li had been combed through by him from end to end; every member of the Devil Race in that range, no matter how high or low their cultivation, had been sent to the Underworld.
It was not that Lin Xuan was bloodthirsty, but that he was about to enter seclusion and meditate here. The location of this Spirit Vein absolutely could not be exposed, or it would bring him tremendous danger.
A petty man was no gentleman; without poison, one could not be a true man. When it was time to be ruthless and hard-handed, Lin Xuan would never be vague about it. Otherwise, he would simply be making trouble for himself.
A thousand years like a dream—after experiencing so many hardships and dangers in the world of immortal cultivation, how could Lin Xuan not understand such a simple truth? Not to mention that, at this moment, what he faced were Demon Monsters from another world. There was even less need to show mercy.
The Ancient Demons within ten thousand li were, truth be told, not that many. All added together, there were only a dozen or so, and all of them had been drawn over by the strange phenomenon that appeared with the Spirit Vein.
In the end, what awaited them was not treasure, but the Underworld.
Lin Xuan had searched carefully and thoroughly, confirming that no fish had slipped through the net and escaped.
After that, Lin Xuan did not delay either. With a flick of his sleeve, azure light swept out. Along with the appearance of the Spirit Vein, there were also some heavenly materials and earthly treasures. Though they were not Lin Xuan's goal, since he had come across them,