Lin Xuan's hands were still waving through the air, and with his movements, even more magic power was poured into the treasure.
The Evil Flood Dragon raised its head high, circling and dancing at his side, soul-stirring dragon roars continually ringing in his ears. On the other side, Taowu seemed to have sensed something wrong as well; the aura emitted by those hundreds of vicious dragons made even it feel uncomfortable.
If it had been at its peak, a move like this would not have been worth mentioning. Yet at this moment, the severity of its injuries was something outsiders could scarcely imagine. Under such circumstances, even if it could take the opponent's two great moves head-on, the result would not be worth the loss; its wounds would only worsen further.
Taowu was not unaware of this, so the choice before him was the only one.
He had to break down the Four Spirits Void Shadow before the hundred dragons arrived. In ordinary times, this would have been nothing to him, but now it had become an extremely difficult task.
And by the same logic, how could Lin Xuan not understand this? With a loud shout, the spiritual power throughout his body surged like floodwaters bursting a dike, pouring simultaneously into the two Dharma Treasures.
If it had been any other immortal cultivator, they absolutely would not have dared to do this, because such a method was simply extravagant and wasteful. Their magic power would be exhausted in no time at all.
And no matter how high-level an immortal cultivator was, once they had no magic power left, they became a Tiger with its claws and fangs pulled out, no longer frightening in the least, able only to be slaughtered at another's mercy.
Lin Xuan, of course, knew this perfectly