"Break!"
Another sharp shout rang out.
Before the words had even fallen, the sword-lights filling the sky suddenly burst apart with a roar.
They did not explode, but transformed from foot-long streaks of radiance into silver drizzle as fine as ox hair.
However, this rain was far longer than the previous sword-lights.
Silver gleams flashed, and one after another, fine silver threads surged out...
Clearly, Lin Xuan had unleashed the secret art of the Sword into Silk Technique.
Each streak of sword-light transformed into dozens of silver sword-threads over ten feet long.
There had already been several hundred sword-lights to begin with; after they became sword-threads, calling them tens of thousands was no exaggeration in the slightest.
In an instant, glittering silver lights shimmered throughout the sky. Faced with an attack like a violent storm of wind and rain, the ghostly Yinhun creature finally showed fear on its face.
The first two times it had suffered losses, one could still say it was because of surprise and the effect of sneak attacks.
This time, however, it was a genuine secret art driving a treasure, without the slightest trickery involved.
How could a mere Spirit Division Stage immortal cultivator possibly use such a move?
Although the fall of the Yin-Yang Demon Corpse had already let him know that the other party was no ordinary immortal cultivator, he had never dreamed he would be strong to such a degree.
One could even say he was strong to an absurd extent!
He was going to lose!
Faced with such a dangerous situation, he had already faintly judged the outcome in his heart.
It was not that he was dispirited, but under heavy injuries, facing such a formidable enemy, he truly felt somewhat powerless to reverse the tide.
This was not cowardice. In truth,