These monsters had been condensed from flame, yet not a wisp of spiritual pressure emanated from them from head to toe. It was impossible to tell how strong or weak they were with divine sense.
But what breadth of experience did Lin Xuan possess? From their forms alone, he could tell these things were no small matter.
And besides, there were several hundred of them.
Powerful enemies—this point was beyond doubt.
And Spirit Fox Venerable's methods did not stop at merely this.
Now that he had torn all pretense of cordiality with Lin Xuan, when he attacked, of course he would not hold back or harbor the slightest scruple.
He had already made up his mind to slay Lin Xuan here.
And this old fellow, though famed for being sinister and crafty, was still a Tribulation Transcendence Stage powerhouse; his strength was truly far from weak.
With a shake of his sleeve, strange wuwu sounds entered the ear, and a hazy white hurricane suddenly rose out of nowhere, connecting heaven and earth, its momentum astonishing to the extreme.
"Quick!"
Afterward, this old monster pointed forward.
A loud tearing sound rang out, and several hundred enormous Wind Blades rushed out from within that hurricane. Each one had a diameter of over a zhang, their surfaces blinding with white radiance. Wherever they passed, the void was ripped open, leaving streaks of shattered traces, clearly far beyond what an ordinary Wind Blade technique could compare to.
Baoshe saw this scene clearly, and in her great joy, she poured even more magic power into the Demon Axe.
She wanted to seize this momentum and kill Lin Xuan cleanly and decisively right here.
With wolves barred at the front gate and tigers welcomed at the back, for a time, Lin Xuan's situation was poor to