That vicious streak of light pierced through the other party's skull, and blood poured out like a torrent. If the other party had been a human cultivator, the outcome would have needed no explanation; even a mighty Tribulation Transcendence existence could not have kept his fleshly body after suffering such a grievous wound. Yet this demon merely wiped a hand across his forehead, and the wound was blocked by demonic qi. Not the slightest bit of blood flowed out anymore, and next, it shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Lin Xuan stared, tongue-tied.
An undying body?
No—that was not right. Though the Demon Race's undying body had similar effects, it was clearly different from the scene before his eyes.
Lin Xuan said nothing, but his expression was extremely gloomy. The enemy's divine abilities were even stranger than he had imagined. The hardship of this battle would likely be far beyond his original expectations.
Damn it!
However, though Lin Xuan was angry, there was not the slightest fear on his face. He merely became even more cautious and careful. He had already weathered countless great winds and waves; he believed that this time, he would also be the victor. So what if it was a Heavenly Demon? No matter how terrifying it was, could it possibly compare to the Saint Ancestor Bingpo he had once offended?
In the Demon World, he had been hunted by a Saint Ancestor and still turned peril into safety. What was so remarkable about this small test of danger and twists before him now?
Thinking this, a faint smile appeared on Lin Xuan's face. In the sky, the countless demonic shadows had already vanished. With a stir of Lin Xuan's divine sense, hundreds of sword lights flew back in reverse, spreading before him