In that instant, the whole world seemed to jolt violently.
Ring after ring of ripples spread out. The sky at that moment was like a small lake into which a stone had been tossed; its calm shattered, afterwaves rippling out in every direction.
This collision was astonishingly powerful, and when neither blow landed, the two of them immediately fled far apart.
Lin Xuan's shoulder shook, and as he used the Nine Heavens Micro-Steps, he appeared several dozen zhang away.
The black-robed Ancient Demon made the same movement. In terms of mastery over spatial divine abilities, this fellow was even a notch above Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan appeared in midair, his face an iron-green shade.
That punch just now had looked evenly matched, yet he had actually been slightly at a disadvantage, the blood and qi in his chest still churning without end.
He could say he had never encountered such a thing before. One had to know that, because of his unusual fortunes, Lin Xuan's divine abilities far surpassed cultivators of the same rank, and in terms of physical toughness alone, he was not inferior to the Heaven and Earth Spirit Race of the same rank.
What was more, at this very moment, he had also brought out the Nine Heavens God Luo Image he had newly comprehended. The armor it transformed into not only had astonishing defensive power, but also gave a certain boost to both magic power and strength. Even so, he was still a shade inferior.
Too inconceivable!
As expected of the shell the True Devil Progenitor had prepared for himself—it was simply a monster!
Lin Xuan muttered inwardly, but not the slightest hint of fear showed on his face. He took a deep breath, calming the roiling blood and qi in his chest, then gave a