Killing intent showed nakedly on Elder Zhong's face. After these few exchanges, though he still had not fully tested Lin Xuan's strength, this brat was clearly even harder to deal with than he had imagined.
He was by no means comparable to an ordinary Spirit Division Stage existence.
Though Elder Zhong was unwilling to say it aloud, now that the battle had reached this point, deep in his heart, he naturally felt a measure of wariness toward Lin Xuan.
If he wanted to destroy him, he no longer dared hide his clumsiness.
One had to know that while a cat playing with a mouse might vent one's anger, one misstep could very well cost him his own little life.
As an old fellow who had lived for over a hundred thousand years, how could he not understand the principle that a noble son does not sit beneath a collapsing eave? At a time like this, he naturally would not risk acting on impulse just for a moment's pleasure.
A careful hand sails a ship for ten thousand years.
So when he saw the Ten Thousand Soul Ghost Fire advancing like split bamboo, he had not the slightest intention of holding back. Instead, he flicked both hands in rapid succession, sending one spell art after another shooting from his fingertips. His intent was obvious.
Take advantage of his illness, demand his life. He was preparing to finish the task in one stroke and leave Lin Xuan here.
It would be best if he turned him to ash.
But how could it be that easy?
The other party's flames were certainly troublesome—even the Spirit-Devouring Sword had been unable to withstand them—but Lin Xuan still had complete confidence in the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire.
Using fire to overcome fire, this divine ability had