Although Lin Xuan's magic power and divine sense far surpassed those of cultivators at the same level, they were not endless. There was always a limit. If one or two opponents came at him, he could handle them.
If the number of opponents increased to three, there would still be no pressure.
But what if there were ten, or twenty?
Whether Lin Xuan had the strength to challenge that many cultivators of the same level at once was somewhat doubtful. After all, each person would divide away a portion of his divine sense and magic power. By the later stages of the fight, perhaps he would not even be able to summon his treasures.
Moreover, he had fallen into a formation laid down by the enemy. If the other side could not defeat him, they could rely on the formation's protection at any moment. That meant they had already placed themselves in an invincible position.
Lin Xuan was no fool. How could he possibly let the other side lead him around by the nose? So he stopped probing and prepared to use thunderbolt methods to first slay a few enemies before deciding what to do next.
In any case, he had come here alone. As far as his eye could see, all were enemies, so he did not need to worry about killing the wrong person.
Clanging and clattering sounds entered his ears. How astonishing was the speed of the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword? In the blink of an eye, it had already clashed head-on with those twenty-odd crimson flying swords.
Almost the instant the two sides reached a stalemate, the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword gained the upper hand. Lin Xuan clenched both hands and secretly urged the treasure on. A cracking sound entered his ears, and those seemingly extraordinary