With that, his figure was naturally exposed, and every member of the Demon Race in the pavilion turned their heads toward the sound.
"It's you!"
A roar rang in his ears. Multi-Armed Bear's face was filled with resentment and rage; when enemies met, their eyes burned all the redder.
Cold Mouse King, however, looked much calmer. Leaving this old fellow's strength aside for the moment, his scheming was truly deep, already at the point where joy and anger never showed on his face.
"Big guy!"
The little princess could not help crying out softly as well. Because the situation had been urgent, she had forgotten Lin Xuan there, and now that she saw traces of him, worry and joy mingled in her heart.
For a time, all the demons felt differently.
Yet Lin Xuan did not pay much attention to it. At this moment, the vast majority of his mind was focused on only one person.
Mystic Ice Ancestor!
Although the one before him was not a true old monster of the Tribulation Transcendence stage, but merely an avatar that had already broken free of the main body's control, even so, Lin Xuan did not dare show the slightest contempt.
A Tribulation Transcendence existence was something even the current him could only look up to. Although an avatar was not the main body, its strength was still far beyond what an ordinary Spirit Division Stage cultivator could compare with.
Moreover, the one before him belonged to the Demon Race. Lin Xuan was not clear what innate abilities he possessed, but as the saying went, one could glimpse the whole leopard from a single spot. That probing exchange just now had already made Lin Xuan wary of him.
While Lin Xuan was sizing him up, that old demon was not idle