This was the advantage of having a rich family fortune. Lin Xuan could drink purified Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk as he pleased; otherwise, even if his magic power was far deeper than that of cultivators at the same level, it still would not have been enough to sustain such an intense magical battle.
Lin Xuan could replenish his magic power at any time, while True Person Thousand Illusions could only watch with greedy eyes.
And the crisis he faced went far beyond this.
As Lin Xuan swung his sword, the True Spirit Puppet also moved. From the clouds above its head, a head the size of a mountain peak poked out.
Its appearance was almost exactly like the True Dragon of legend.
This puppet had originally been made with the True Dragon as its model, but how could the strongest True Spirit be so easy to imitate? In the end, what was produced fell far short in strength.
In terms of appearance, however, it truly was vivid to the extreme.
Roar!
An earth-shaking roar entered their ears. The enormous dragon head opened its bloody maw, and then, with a flash of spiritual light, beams of light scattered out from its mouth.
Each of those beams was only as thick as a child's arm, yet their number was so great it made one's hair stand on end.
To describe them as dense as raindrops was no exaggeration at all, and ordinary drizzle would not have been nearly so packed together; it was as though they were the legendary violent storm of wind and rain.
Puff, puff, puff...
The beams of light struck the blood mist without pause.
The red light screen began to shake violently. To say it was on the verge of collapse was no exaggeration.
The strength of the True