At that moment, Lin Xuan had already used every trick in his arsenal, and the magic power within him was nearly on the verge of drying up, but he had no time to drink the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk. When experts exchanged blows, victory was fought over the barest hair's breadth. As long as he could delay the other party even slightly, his Avatar would have a chance to escape alive.
These words were not wild nonsense.
In that underground cavern, Lin Xuan had not wasted the better part of the past half year. Naturally, he had made arrangements of his own.
As for the Avatar, after taking the treasure, black radiance immediately surged all over his body, and he flew toward a hidden corner of the cavern.
On the surface, it looked like nothing more than a few piles of scattered rocks, no different from any other place in the cavern.
But Lin Xuan only flipped his left hand, and a miniature Formation Disk appeared in his palm. Without another word, Lin Xuan raised his hand, and at once a streak of red light shot out from the Formation Disk.
A soft puff reached the ear, and everything before his eyes began to blur. But that change lasted only an instant. Very soon, the scenery became clear again. Where were there any scattered rocks? In their place, a small array appeared in sight.
Or perhaps it would be more suitable to call it a Teleportation Array.
Small and exquisite, yet wondrous to the extreme.
Compared to his current strength, Lin Xuan's attainments in formations were indeed not much to speak of. But merely copying a cat and drawing a tiger—setting up a mere Teleportation Array—was still more than within his ability.
This was another hidden move Lin Xuan had