Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression growing darker by the moment.
His luck today was truly bad to the extreme.
The few Demon Cultivators in front were one thing, but the one behind them was a genuine Demon Race expert of the Spirit Division Stage.
It seemed he had run into trouble today.
Since his movements had already been exposed, Lin Xuan no longer bothered to act petty and keep hiding things. Trying to conceal himself now would only be superfluous, so he simply stood openly where he was.
Very soon, those streaks of escape light arrived before him. As the radiance drew in, the appearances of several Demon Race members appeared before his eyes with perfect clarity.
Lin Xuan paid no attention to the three in front.
Two men and one woman, all merely at the Lihe Realm. In Lin Xuan's eyes, such cultivation was nothing but small fry.
The one behind them, however, was truly no small matter. He stood over a zhang tall, his build so burly it was enough to make one sigh in amazement, every muscle on his body knotted and bulging.
He had the head of a bear and the body of a man, wore a suit of silver-white Battle Armor, and held a giant axe in one hand. Around the surface of that huge axe, some black mist-like Yinhun faintly coiled, marking it at a glance as a thing of fierce Baleful Intent. As for that silver-white Battle Armor, the runes on its surface were also mysterious and ancient, making it obvious at a glance that this armor was no ordinary object.
The moment this demon appeared, a terrifying spiritual pressure had already descended from the sky.
This was a Demon Race expert at the middle Spirit Division Stage, and at the