Crossing the void was already wondrous beyond measure, yet the innate Supernatural Powers of the ancient True Spirits were even more mysterious.
There was not the slightest suspense; Old Demon Xue was stopped by the Nine-Headed Bird that Lin Xuan had transformed into.
A trace of fear flashed across his face, but it was quickly replaced by viciousness.
At this point, begging for mercy was useless. He would risk it all!
Roar!
An earth-shaking roar entered the ears as the black Flood Dragon opened its bloody maw wide. A pitch-black pillar of light swept out horizontally. It looked as if there was nothing extraordinary about it, but in truth it had been conjured from Old Demon Xue's natal Demon Qi, and its power was boundless. Even old monsters at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage would retreat three paces, unwilling to meet its edge head-on.
However, with this strike, he was not seeking to injure the enemy. He only wanted to carve out a bloody path and charge out.
Yet how could it be that easy? If one dared to provoke him, one had to be prepared to pay the price. Though Lin Xuan was not a cruel and ruthless cultivator, he would absolutely never do something as stupid as letting the tiger return to the mountain.
An irritating, chaotic screeching entered the ears as the Nine-Headed Bird spat out streak after streak of thunderfire. In an instant, the entire sky seemed to have been set ablaze.
Old Demon Xue had nowhere to hide and was seized firmly by the Nine-Headed Bird's sharp claws.
These were two colossal creatures both over a hundred zhang long. The might of their close-quarters struggle was simply beyond words.
Chaotic laws filled the sky. Every one of Lin Xuan's strikes seemed capable of punching a hole