Whoosh...
The cold wind blew past, yet nothing changed in the slightest.
"Lin Xuan, what sort of ghost trick are you playing?"
Ice Old Demon's drifting voice entered his ears. For some reason, he faintly felt that something was wrong. It was a feeling he could neither explain nor put into words.
Yet as an immortal cultivator, he naturally had experience. This kind of omen in the heart was sometimes useless to the last hair, but at other times it could prove uncannily accurate. So when it appeared, it absolutely could not be taken lightly, or he would only be able to swallow the bitter fruit of regret when the time came.
Simply put, when facing such a premonition, there was one principle for handling it: better to believe it existed than to believe it did not.
Yet though that was easy to say, at this moment, he had absolutely no idea what to do. After all, the old demon knew very well in his heart that this so-called domain was nothing more than empty boasting, deceiving himself as much as others.
But it did not matter. This boy could not possibly see through its secrets. The final victory would definitely belong to him.
Because of a moment of carelessness, he had let this hateful boy destroy his body. If he did not extract his soul and refine his spirit, how could he dispel the hatred in his heart?
"Ghost trick?"
A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. "Old fellow, very soon, you'll know how formidable it is."
"Are you trying to bluff?" In Ice Old Demon's heart, the sense of wrongness grew stronger and stronger, but on the surface, he was unwilling to lose in momentum.
"Does fellow Daoist truly think so?"
Lin Xuan