A terrifying pressure radiated from the other party.
The intensity of his spiritual pressure had actually surged by nearly double compared to just now. Though it had not reached the middle stage of Tribulation Transcendence, the gap between them was only a hair's breadth.
Lin Xuan's brows knitted tightly.
After exchanging so many rounds with the other party, he more or less had a sense of how strong he was. For his strength to suddenly surge to this extent was clearly somewhat abnormal.
Moreover, the other party had once said that this was only an Avatar, and that it did not matter if it was ruined. How could Lin Xuan not understand? The other party had used some extraordinary secret art.
He did not know the other party's true situation. To rashly attack at a time like this would hardly be a wise choice.
Lin Xuan took a deep breath and decided to observe first before making a decision. At the same time, he racked his brains, bitterly pondering how he could escape from beneath the other party's very eyes and win a path to life.
After all, of the thirty-six stratagems, fleeing was the best. Lin Xuan had only stayed here in the first place to stall for time. Now that this goal had already been achieved, fighting the other party head-on was not Lin Xuan's style. Finding an opportunity to escape was the smartest choice.
However, while that was true, casually slipping away was absolutely inadvisable. The strength of the old monster before him far surpassed many existences of the same rank. To act recklessly would only make him fall even faster.
All sorts of thoughts turned through Lin Xuan's mind, while the other party's cold laugh entered his ears:
"Little Fellow, I never thought you would force