In terms of size, those hurricanes were not outrageous.
The large ones were only about a zhang across, and the small ones were no more than a few inches.
At a glance, their threat seemed utterly negligible.
But mind you, these were no ordinary hurricanes. They had been formed by the distortion of spatial power.
Their might was beyond words.
And there was not just one such hurricane. At a glance, there were hundreds, even thousands of them.
The spreading hurricanes enveloped the entire area of several dozen mu around them, surrounding the opponent layer upon layer.
Lin Xuan first blocked off every route his opponent might use to flee; after that, he could play the game of catching a turtle in a jar.
The opponent was already trapped within the Space Laws. Here, Lin Xuan was not worried that he could use secret arts like Teleportation or transmission.
No one would do that. Under these circumstances, using such divine abilities was practically no different from seeking death.
Now, let's see how you can run.
The attempt had achieved a perfect result, and a trace of ease and satisfaction appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth.
To say victory was already in his grasp might be a little excessive, but Lin Xuan was confident that the opponent had very few chances of escaping alive.
Some rejoiced while others worried. Lin Xuan was in an excellent mood on this side; over there, the ghost's mood had sunk into terror beyond description.
It truly was the Space Laws, and the other party had even displayed such a profound divine ability as Spatial Turbulence.
What should he do? Could he really fall here?
Fall at the hands of a Spirit Division Stage cultivator?
If someone had said this to him in the