Lin Xuan hid off to one side, taking in the scene of the two of them battling with utter clarity.
Fairy Yang Tong was slightly outmatched, but she could still stand against her opponent as an equal, so Lin Xuan was in no hurry. The perfect moment to act had yet to come, and haste could not eat hot tofu.
Time slowly passed...
Boom!
Another tremendous crash rang in his ears.
Emerald radiance and black qi slammed viciously into each other.
The void was torn apart, and across a thousand li, terrifying spatial power spread out.
Yet after only a brief deadlock, the emerald radiance gradually began to falter, bit by bit swallowed by the pitch-black demonic qi.
Fairy Yang Tong's expression naturally turned incomparably ugly. With a sweep of her jade hand, she seemed about to bring out some other treasure.
But it was already too late. In midair, that deep, dark demonic qi churned without end, and a pitch-black demon claw abruptly reached out, grabbing toward Fairy Yang Tong.
The two of them were clearly more than a thousand zhang apart, yet that demon claw merely shifted sideways and crossed the distance.
Such a secret art clearly was not something Teleportation could accomplish.
Damn it!
Fairy Yang Tong was shocked, furious, and anxious. Her opponent had not even given her time to set up a defense.
However, this woman naturally would not sit with her hands tied and await death.
As someone of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, how could she not have a secret art kept at the bottom of her chest? More or less, she would always have cultivated one or two life-saving techniques.
This woman clenched both hands, each forming a strange incantation gesture. Thunder boomed, and countless emerald-green bolts of lightning emerged around her body.