The crack was over a hundred zhang long, and a single glance at it made the heart tremble. Immediately after, low growls reached his ears, and more than ten Demon Spirits actually surged out from within the fissure.
These Demon Spirits were all formed from gathered cold energy. They varied in height, but even the smallest was several times larger than a human cultivator, with a thick, solid build.
Their entire bodies were draped in icy Battle Armor, and their defensive power was far from weak. As for the weapons in their hands, they came in all shapes and forms—sabers, spears, swords, halberds, encompassing all eighteen kinds of martial weapons.
Then they strode forward and charged toward Lin Xuan.
"You're courting death!"
Lin Xuan still merely pointed a finger forward.
The Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword flared with fierce light and began stabbing in a swarm around these ice-crystal Demon Spirits.
Perhaps these monsters' strength was indeed no small matter, but before the sharpness of the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword, it was truly little different from sending sheep into a tiger's mouth. Very soon, they were stirred into a complete mess.
That thick armor was simply like paper before the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword.
The battle could be said to have been decided in a single exchange.
What trick was the other side planning to play now?
Before the thought in Lin Xuan's mind had even finished turning, a series of "whoosh, whoosh" sounds reached his ears. His brows furrowed, and he turned his head toward the sound, only to see that on the already shattered ice surface, even more cracks were now appearing.
Afterward, ice blocks of varying sizes, under the effect of some eerie power, slowly floated upward. Their number grew greater and greater, and they spun rapidly, mixed