With such momentum, even the Blood Moon Demon Toad did not dare take it lightly, and a trace of gravity involuntarily appeared on its face.
At a rough count, there were actually as many as one hundred and eight skulls.
Then ghostly howls rose in a great clamor. These skulls opened their mouths and chewed wildly, the cracking, crunching sounds entering the ears as they spewed Demon Fire from their mouths and came charging over with vicious ferocity.
Those Demon Fires were all a jade-green color, and paired with the sinister wind, they made one feel cold from the very marrow of one's bones. Yet their power was truly no small matter, especially with so many of them linked together; half the sky was wrapped in ghastly green flames.
The momentum was astonishing, but this alone was still not enough to deal with a True Spirit. Even if the aim was merely to hold the other party back, it was far too forced.
Lin Xuan knew this well, and so the measures he had prepared naturally did not stop here.
Taking a deep breath, golden radiance suddenly surged behind Lin Xuan.
The dazzling golden light was even brighter than the Sun.
Then it gathered toward the center.
A vast, resplendent Dharma Image entered their sight.
Nine heads and eighteen arms.
Each arm struck a different pose, and the expressions of the nine heads were all different as well.
But one thing was certain: this Dharma Image was powerful to the extreme, far beyond what ordinary cultivators would anticipate.
The Nine Heavens God Luo Image was endlessly changeable. Lin Xuan had cultivated it for a thousand years and had long since reached the minor accomplishment stage; there was no need for him to drive it at all, this Supernatural Power could