They soon drew close to their destination. Ahead, explosions rang out in great bursts, and Demon Wind and Killing Intent had spread over everything within several dozen li. Though it was clearly noon, the sky was as dark as evening.
A trace of joy flashed through Lin Xuan's heart. The battle had not ended yet, so that little princess must still be safe and sound.
Even so, he did not delay in the slightest. Instead, his fleeing light grew even faster, and he released his exceedingly powerful divine sense. The surging Demon Qi had no effect in blocking it at all; everything ahead entered Lin Xuan's mind.
All kinds of brilliant light shot into the sky, and the sounds of explosions and shouts were densely interwoven. The battle between the two sides was no small matter; it could be said to have reached a white-hot, vicious degree.
What made one's eyes light up was little Princess Xiang'er. At this moment, the girl had already revealed her true form.
She was a fox with three tails—no, Lin Xuan counted those fluttering tails. There were as many as six in all.
After a thousand years apart, not only had Xiang'er grown up, the number of her tails had also doubled.
One had to know that, unlike ordinary members of the Demon Race, a fox demon's strength was almost directly proportional to the number of its tails.
That was why there were sayings of Three-Tailed Demon Foxes, Six-Tailed Spirit Foxes, and Nine-Tailed Sky Foxes.
Among the hundred races of the Spirit World, the Human Race and Demon Race were the strongest, standing like the three legs of a cauldron. On the Demon Race's side, the Three Great Demon Kings could also contend as equals with the Human Race's three Loose Immortals.
And the