He had not expected that even the secret art he had kept at the bottom of his chest would only hold out for a moment. Was he destined to fall here today?
He thought this in terror, the scene of his senior brother and junior sister having both body and soul destroyed surfacing before his eyes again. Yet what use was fear? Would his opponent spare him because of it?
Clearly, that was impossible!
If he wanted to survive, he had to fight for it himself. He sucked in a breath of cold air, brilliant light flaring all over him, and instead flew toward the little cauldron at even greater speed.
He could not win a fight. Only by snatching this treasure into his hands would he have a chance of turning passivity into initiative, winning himself that one thread of uncertainty and life.
In the distance, Lin Xuan saw this and sighed inwardly. In all fairness, there was nothing wrong with this plan. If he were in the other man's place, under these circumstances, he could only have made the same choice.
Yet that did not mean he would be able to escape. The key was that the gap in strength between the two sides was simply too great.
In short, judging by Lin Xuan's eyes, the chances of him escaping with his life were truly not many. To say they were as slight as a hair was not wrong. Sure enough, just as the Confucian-Robed Cultivator was only a few feet from the little cauldron, the Magic Snakes above his head suddenly changed. Their bodies swelled like balls, and then a rumbling boom entered the ear. These Magic Snakes had actually self-destructed all at once.
Black demonic qi condensed into droplets, like a torrential downpour, suddenly falling from