At this point in the battle of spells, the situation could be said to have completely reversed. Even if the other party were a god descending to earth, he would be powerless to turn the tide now.
Wuu...
The cold wind swept past, yet the sound gradually diminished. By now, the spiritual power within five hundred zhang of this world had already dwindled to almost nothing.
Although victory and defeat had not yet been completely decided, no matter how one looked at it, there was absolutely no talk of turning things around again.
"Boy, what exactly do you want?"
After several breaths of silence, Ice Old Demon's voice entered his ears once more. Yet this time, it no longer sounded as drifting and elusive as before. That was not strange. After all, hiding himself likewise consumed spiritual power, and now his source of magic power had been cut off by Lin Xuan. He was close to running out of oil and his lamp going dry.
"Hmph."
Lin Xuan's mocking cold snort entered his ears. Now that victory was already in his grasp, why would he need to answer the other party's question?
Lin Xuan's arrogant attitude made the old monster grit his teeth in hatred, but he also understood clearly that his life was now, in effect, in the other party's hands.
When a man was under another's eaves, he had no choice but to lower his head.
If he wanted revenge, he first had to endure through the crisis before his eyes. Otherwise, throwing out harsh words at a time like this would purely be looking for discomfort for himself.
Begging for mercy would be utterly useless. If he wanted to bargain, he had to increase the corresponding chips on his side.
On the surface, he had already lost