Lin Xuan's expression darkened along with it.
Though even now he was still somewhat muddleheaded, he had clearly stumbled, entirely by accident, into some sort of whirlpool...
Explanations were useless. In the world of immortal cultivation, more often than not, fists did the talking.
Lin Xuan understood this very well, so he had no intention of wasting any more words.
Since a battle of spells was unavoidable, there was never anything wrong with striking first to seize the advantage.
As the thought flashed through Lin Xuan's mind, he flicked his sleeve and had already begun to bring out a treasure.
A crackling series of explosive pops reached the ear. The treasure was fiery red, with rings of lightning arcs coiling around its surface, and faintly, rice-grain-sized runes flickered in and out.
It was precisely the Thunder Fire Awl treasure Lin Xuan had obtained in the past.
To be fair, with Lin Xuan's current strength, the might of this treasure was already somewhat on the low side. After all, its original master had only been at the Spirit Division level.
Although Lin Xuan had added other materials and treasures and refined it anew, the increase in its power had not been very great. At the very least, it could not keep up with the progress Lin Xuan's cultivation had made over the years.
Now, using it to deal with a mighty Tribulation Transcendence-level expert seemed somewhat unsuitable no matter how one looked at it.
But how rich was Lin Xuan's experience in magical combat? Since he was doing this, he naturally had his own considerations.
It was true that the Thunder Fire Awl's power was on the low side, but that also depended on what sort of opponent it faced.
Underworld ghosts, in terms of attribute, were restrained by both thunder