The other party had actually broken through the power of his laws—not struggled free, but used a treasure to sever it outright.
Was this a joke? He had never even imagined such a situation. How had this Little Fellow done it?
The Ghost Saint was both shocked and furious, and that startled cry had already exposed the place where he had hidden himself.
It was neither a great nor a small mistake, and it also showed just how shaken he was deep in his heart at this very moment.
Lin Xuan naturally had no reason to let such a fine opportunity slip by. Silver light suddenly rose in his eyes, and he abruptly flung his arm toward the left.
Crackle...
A fierce gleam emerged, and from Lin Xuan's arm shot a pitch-black arc of lightning. It churned slightly, transforming into a black Ink Flood Dragon that pounced in that direction.
Its speed was so fast it left one dumbstruck; to call it dazzling and bewildering would not be the least bit excessive.
Then a great roar of explosions rang out. With a flash against the wind, the Ghost Saint's figure gradually appeared.
The black qi around his body had already been swept away, and his face was filled with a wretched look.
However, his true appearance still made Lin Xuan's pupils shrink slightly. As expected, he was a monster Lin Xuan had never seen before.
There was not the slightest exaggeration in that statement. Needless to say, he was no human; this fellow's appearance was also vastly different from both the Demon Race and Ancient Demons Lin Xuan had seen before.
He actually had no physical body, only a gray, hazy, human-shaped light and shadow.
His features were completely blurred, though his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose could still be