His current situation was already somewhat unfavorable. If the battle on the Avatar's side was decided as well, allowing Spirit Fox Venerable to free his hands, the danger he faced would reach an extreme.
Damn it. He had originally wanted to make trouble for Spirit Fox Venerable, yet never in his wildest dreams had he expected Baoshe's Avatar to be here too. This time, he had truly failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice instead.
Lin Xuan grumbled endlessly in his heart, but though the situation was indeed critical, it had not yet reached the point where the mountains ended and the waters ran dry.
As Lin Xuan poured his magic power into the Immortal Sword Map, he pondered countermeasures.
Baoshe's face, meanwhile, was filled with resolution. Since she had already ignited the Source Fire, she had naturally made up her mind to perish together with Lin Xuan.
In any case, what had descended here was only an Avatar of hers. Even if it fell, so long as she could drag Lin Xuan with her to the Underworld, it would be more than worth the cost.
Thus, without the slightest hesitation, the woman poured her source power into the treasure before her without the least stinginess.
Her offensive was ferocious to the extreme, gradually forcing Lin Xuan into a dilemma where advancing or retreating was equally impossible.
A trace of smugness appeared on her face. No matter how many abilities that brat possessed, this time, he would not escape this tribulation.
Yet before this thought had even fully turned over, an unexpected change occurred.
Lin Xuan raised both hands, each forming a strange hand seal.
Following his movements, the Ink Moon Witch Palace above his head suddenly began to swell.
One moment, it was only the size of