The woman's eyes narrowed slightly, and doubts suddenly surged in her heart. A faint, ominous premonition rose within her.
Without the slightest hesitation, Bingpo released her immensely powerful divine sense.
Yet she gained not the slightest thing.
Lin Xuan seemed truly to have vanished from this world.
But that was clearly impossible.
Bingpo's expression grew darker and darker.
And at that very moment, spatial fluctuations suddenly arose.
A slender glimmer flashed, and an inconspicuous thread appeared in the void.
Seeming slow yet actually swift, it sliced toward Bingpo's neck.
The two were only about a zhang apart, and the thread appeared with extreme concealment. If it had been any other cultivator, blood would likely have splashed within five steps.
Yet how could a dignified True Devil Progenitor be so easy to deal with? At the critical instant, Bingpo had already discovered that crystalline thread.
Spiritual light flashed all over her body, but she was still a fraction too slow.
Though she escaped by luck and preserved her life, blood still danced through the air, and one of her arms was cut off.
"What a pity!"
Lin Xuan's figure emerged a hundred zhang away. His face was deathly pale; Bingpo's sneak attack just now had made him suffer greatly.
Fortunately, he already possessed a True Spirit Body. Otherwise, he might truly have fallen here.
Even though Lin Xuan's current fleshly body was already incomparably formidable, that chaotic power of laws still left his whole body aching unbearably. Perhaps he had suffered internal injuries.
However, Lin Xuan was not so easy to bully either. Returning peaches for plums, he had also given Bingpo a sneak attack.
Unfortunately, this woman was simply too alert. Still, being able to take one of her arms was not a wasted effort.
Thinking of this, Lin Xuan's