A rumbling still reached their ears from the sky, as if rolling thunder were crashing down, yet the two locked in magical combat made no further unnecessary movements.
With the situation having developed to this point, whether by intent or accident, the two of them could no longer decide victory by any other means. The final result would depend on whose magic power was deeper, and who could endure longer.
In other words, this duel had now turned into a contest of the depth of their magic power.
"Amitabha!"
A Buddhist invocation reached their ears. Master Jingkong pressed his palms together, his face filled with a sighing look. "Benefactor Lin is truly extraordinary. At the mere early stage of Spirit Division, you possess such strength. Unfortunately, in this magical contest, you are still a notch inferior in skill."
In truth, this was already a very tactful way to put it.
At the side, the youth surnamed Long's face had turned the color of earth. The previous two times, Elder Hui had also said Lin Xuan was going to lose, yet he had shown a disapproving look. This time, however, was different. Even the youth surnamed Long believed Lin Xuan could no longer turn the raging tide.
After all, although realm was the most important factor in determining a cultivator's strength, it was not the only one. For low-level cultivators, relying on all sorts of secret arts and inconceivable treasures to challenge those above their level was difficult, but it was still possible.
But the situation before them was different. The two were competing in the depth of their magic power, and that had nothing to do with secret arts or treasures. Realm was what mattered most.
That was the first point.
Moreover, for Lin Xuan, he was also facing