There was nowhere to hide.
Taking it head-on was an even less wise choice.
As the saying went, two fists were no match for four hands.
And what was more, the Ancient Beasts before him were none of them weak. Every one of them was infinitely close to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, far surpassing Spirit Division Stage Cultivators. The strongest among them were even no worse than true Tribulation Transcendence old ancestors.
Facing such powerful enemies, it was already extraordinary that Lin Xuan had held on until now.
Yet manpower had its limits, and he had already reached his.
The gap was simply too vast. Even with Xiantian Spirit Treasures, it could not be made up for.
Under the joint assault of those Ancient Beasts, Lin Xuan was hard-pressed on every side, utterly exhausted just trying to cope.
Mouthful after mouthful of fresh blood gushed from his lips. From head to toe, Lin Xuan was already covered in wounds; to say he was bathed in blood would not be an exaggeration.
If this went on, defeat and death were not far away.
Damn it!
Lin Xuan roared up at the sky. Was there truly no way to turn the tide?
A Fire Bird with narrow eyes and long plumes soared into the heavens. It was Lin Xuan forcibly offering up the Vermilion Bird Ring Dharma Treasure.
Even though his magic power far surpassed that of Cultivators of the same rank, it was now on the verge of drying up. Two Xiantian Spirit Treasures, plus the Vermilion Bird Ring—the pressure was simply too great.
Under normal circumstances, Lin Xuan would never have done this, but at this moment, he had staked everything.
Lin Xuan was unwilling to perish. Slaying Taowu was clearly impossible; right now, he only hoped to carve out