So she had not taken it seriously at all, merely waving a hand at random to deal with it while keeping watch for Lin Xuan's more powerful killing moves.
Yet as the saying went, when it seemed empty, make it real; when it seemed real, make it empty. This woman had already been cautious enough, but she still fell into Lin Xuan's trap.
The giant hand formed from spiritual energy was indeed not hard to deal with, but hidden between its fingers and palm was the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire.
And so the earlier scene had occurred.
Now, seeing this woman trapped by the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire, Lin Xuan was overjoyed. However, the Tianlan Twin Devils had a resounding reputation, and an existence at the Spirit Division Stage was not so easy to kill.
Lin Xuan immediately swept both hands about wildly, and one hand seal after another emerged. Then they flashed and merged into the Iron Feather Locust Blade before him.
In an instant, the baleful aura of this treasure surged greatly. The ceaseless sound of sharp hissing shots reached his ears, and in the span of a moment, they arrived beside the woman. Without the slightest pause, they all sank into the flames.
The Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire and the Iron Feather Locust Blade were both Lin Xuan's treasures; naturally, they would not harm each other.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. His plan had finally succeeded. But very quickly, his brows furrowed again. From within the flames, no screams came out, and the thousands upon thousands of Iron Feather Locust Blades seemed to have struck empty air.
How was that possible?
Lin Xuan was also somewhat dumbfounded. His divine sense perceived it perfectly clearly: the other party had obviously not escaped