At that moment, Lin Xuan had no attention to spare for all those trials and dangers. When soldiers came, generals would block them; when water came, earth would dam it. What was meant to come would not be helped by fear.
Lin Xuan had already cast aside every stray thought, devoting himself wholly to reaching a state of selflessness.
No matter how many Demon Monsters came from outside, the only thing he needed to do was break through the bottleneck.
As for those two Dongxuan Realm members of the Devil Race, the Arrays he had laid down in advance would deal with them.
The moment the dwarf and Blood Old Devil charged into the dense fog, the Ghostly Array activated at once. Yin winds howled in fury, wronged souls roared, and the two demonic cultivators were greatly alarmed, hurriedly summoning their respective treasures.
In an instant, booming rumbles erupted, unending to the ear.
At the same time, more than ten thousand li away, a woman suddenly turned her head with a crisp, decisive motion.
Dongfang Zhuo had originally been a direct descendant of a demonic cultivator clan in Tianhe Province. Judging by her Spirit Root, her talent and aptitude were second to none in her sect, and she was beautiful as well, enough to be called a proud daughter of heaven within the clan.
Unfortunately, as a mid-sized demonic cultivator clan, it could not possibly produce too many pills and treasures. Although Dongfang Zhuo was quite favored in the clan, limited by the clan's strength, the tribute resources she could receive each month were still limited.
If she kept staying in the clan, she would indeed receive the admiration of ordinary disciples, but what meaning did that have? Like a frog at the bottom of a well, she would