In an instant, the sound of something tearing through the air swelled, and the dozen-plus crimson streaks formed from the plumes reached their opponent in the blink of an eye.
There was nowhere to dodge. Their opponent's end, plainly, could only be death.
Yet in the next moment, an inconceivable scene occurred.
The Old Crone looked white-haired and ancient, her back even a little hunched, but her movements were as agile as a spirit serpent's. No one knew what unbelievable spell she used, but at the critical instant, she actually slipped through the gaps between those crimson streaks.
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. He had underestimated the heroes beneath the heavens after all. Those capable of advancing to late-stage Spirit Division truly all possessed extraordinary talent and strength.
But thinking she could escape with her life from his hands was still far too naive.
Lin Xuan's strike had no effect, yet not the slightest trace of discouragement showed on his face. With a flick of his sleeve, a spell art shot from within it.
Following his motion, the Phoenix's clear cry rang out. With a flap of its wings, rolling flames filled the sky and surrounded the opponent on all sides.
Fear finally appeared on the Old Crone's face. She charged left and darted right, trying to dodge, but it was useless. Very soon she was swallowed by the sea of fire, without even a scream, and was reduced directly to ash.
The whole process sounded complicated when told, but in truth it took only an instant. Lin Xuan, of course, would not be satisfied just because he had slain a mere two late-stage Spirit Division cultivators.
These fellows were fleeing in all directions. Though he could not wipe them all out, at the very least, he did not intend