With Lin Xuan's shrewdness and wealth of battle experience, even he had never witnessed such a thing. His expression changed violently. At this point, it was already too late to use any other divine ability; there was not even spare time for him to bring out a treasure. Lin Xuan let out a great shout. A crackling series of explosions rang in the air as spiritual light gushed from the surface of his right hand, and he smashed it fiercely toward his opponent.
He was no ordinary cultivator, strong at long range but weak in close combat. Lin Xuan cultivated both law and body; whether or not he had brought out a treasure, whether he was exchanging blows from afar or closing in for hand-to-hand combat, he did not shrink back.
That punch was incredibly fast, and the Force Cyclone rose along with it. Wherever it passed, even space twisted slightly. With the aid of spatial force, the demonic mist could no longer conceal its form. Otherwise, with one careless slip, it would be swept into the distorted space.
The demonic mist gathered toward the center.
The figure of the green-robed youth appeared before his eyes.
A savage look hung on his face. Then he raised a hand, and his ten fingers suddenly turned sharp, growing emerald-green nails several inches long as they clawed viciously down at Lin Xuan.
Rip...
Thousands upon thousands of claw rays surfaced. At such close range, even a Tribulation Transcendence mighty figure would have no way to dodge.
A fierce look flashed across Lin Xuan's face, and the Nine Heavens Spirit Shield appeared. Though this divine ability no longer seemed all that impressive to him, it was still far beyond what ordinary Protective Aura could compare with.
"Hmph, a needless move. You think a mere