At the same time, elsewhere.
Dharma Treasures crisscrossed and danced wildly, spiritual lights of every color tearing through the air, while rumbling explosions kept pouring into his ears.
Compared to the trouble Old Devil Xu had run into, Lin Xuan's situation seemed even more unfavorable—but that was only how it looked on the surface.
Though there were many Puppets before him, and in fairness their strength could be considered decent, to think that a few dozen Spirit Division–level existences could kill Lin Xuan here was underestimating him far too much.
To put it bluntly, even if the one who had fallen into the encirclement were not him but some other Tribulation Transcendence Stage old monster, they would still be able to come and go as they pleased.
The gulf between Spirit Division and Tribulation Transcendence was absolutely not something that could be bridged by a simple bit of numbers.
The reason Lin Xuan had remained here, dealing with the Golden Armored Warriors, was merely that he did not want to waste these treasures, and was pondering whether there was any way to subdue them.
However, judging from the current situation, achieving that goal was clearly not very optimistic.
Lin Xuan sighed. Though he felt it was a pity, since he had confirmed that delaying any longer would be useless, he naturally had no mood to keep doing pointless work here.
A harsh glint flashed through his eyes. Lin Xuan finally got serious.
With a flick of his sleeve, a streak of brilliant silver light shot out.
His timing was perfect. Two Golden Armored Warriors had just charged close.
"Swift!"
Lin Xuan raised his right hand and pointed into the air, jabbing toward the front.
The silver light's speed became even more fierce and urgent, yet halfway through its flight, it