But Lin Xuan was not satisfied with that. He raised his hand and chopped through the air, and several blades of qi appeared in his line of sight once more.
They flashed and vanished, sinking into that riotously colored halo.
"Not good!"
Venerable Qingyan, who happened to be at the center of the halo, broke out in cold sweat. Naturally, he refused to sit and wait for death, but the situation was critical now; he had no time at all to bring out any defensive treasures.
In his panic, he had no time to think. His figure spun in place, and countless streams of green qi suddenly surged up, shielding his body. In moments, they expanded to cover several mu, and one battle-sized rune after another emerged from within. Then, with a slight turn, they actually transformed into shields the size of fish scales, layer upon layer, wrapping him inside.
The old monster's reaction could not be called slow, but the power of Lin Xuan's punch was far beyond what he had imagined. Almost the instant they touched, his Body-Protecting Spirit Light turned into nothingness. And the halo had no intention of stopping there. Expanding and contracting, spinning as it swallowed and spat, it actually transformed into a vortex and madly squeezed toward him.
Rip...
The sound of shattering kept ringing in his ears. Those translucent fish-scale-shaped shields also continuously broke into fragments.
They clearly could not withstand it!
But it could not be said to have had no effect at all. Although the defense was ultimately broken, at the very least, it had won him a few breaths of time.
When experts exchanged blows, the contest was decided by the tiniest margin. Those few breaths seemed insignificant, but at the critical moment, they could decide victory or defeat in