At a rough glance, this divine ability seemed nothing out of the ordinary, yet warning bells blared in Lin Xuan's heart, and every hair on his back stood on end. That seemingly unremarkable pillar of light appeared to contain some tremendous divine power.
Damn it. He had finally seized the initiative, only for the other side to somehow claw back a round for no reason at all. Lin Xuan was unwilling to accept it to the extreme.
Facing this terrifying attack, he neither retreated nor dodged. With a flick of his sleeve, dazzling spiritual light flashed, and the Spirit-Devouring Sword shot out.
Lin Xuan reached out and gripped it, drew a deep breath, and poured all the magic power in his body into it.
In an instant, fierce radiance flared. A vast, majestic surge of spiritual energy erupted outward in all directions, centered on the Immortal Sword in Lin Xuan's hand.
The figures of the Four Spirits emerged. At first they were still a little indistinct, but they quickly became clear, baring fangs and brandishing claws as they pounced forward.
The Four Spirits were utterly different in nature, but the power they unleashed together was enough to make one click their tongue in astonishment. Yet that pillar of light was truly extraordinary. Very soon, the two sides exploded into a single mass in midair.
Rumble!
It was as if rolling thunder had descended. Dense, raindrop-like explosions kept pouring into the ears. Between the two of them, a mysterious halo constantly surging with five-colored runes abruptly appeared. The halo was not especially dazzling, yet two astonishing waves of spiritual pressure alternately shot skyward from within it, actually twisting and warping the sky of this small space, while immense, strange hiss-hiss sounds kept ringing out.
"Master Jingkong, if this old woman