In the space of a breath, the treasure's diameter had already swelled to over ten feet across, hiding Lin Xuan's figure. And it was not finished yet. Black, murky mist sprayed from its surface, spreading outward with the treasure as its center, and then the fragrance of brush and ink filled the air.
The mist churned slightly, then linked together into a single sheet. Countless fist-sized runes surfaced across it, and as those runes flashed in the wind, several layers of protective film appeared one after another. Together with the treasure's main body, they shielded Lin Xuan completely in the middle.
Yet Lin Xuan still was not satisfied. He opened his mouth, and with a soft pop that reached the ear, he once again sacrificed the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire. One ice wall after another emerged...
Such defenses were naturally no small matter, but Lin Xuan did not stay idle. His hands flickered without stopping, sending one spell seal after another striking out in all directions.
Following his movements, the power of the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire and the Black Tortoise True Spirit Inkstone were both driven to their utmost limits.
Lin Xuan's expression was incomparably grave. He did not want to be a fish in the pond struck by disaster, and whether he could safely survive this crisis would be decided in this one stroke.
Rumble!
From the distance, an explosive sound like muffled thunder reached his ears. Perhaps because the distance was too great, Lin Xuan actually heard it somewhat unclearly.
But very soon, that feeling vanished. As if wheels were grinding over the ground, the sound grew clearer and clearer.
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. With a loud shout, he poured all the magic power in his body into the treasure before him. The ice walls formed