The entire process happened in a flash, like a hare bolting and a falcon stooping, like lightning and flint striking sparks. In truth, Lin Xuan had used every trick he possessed, endured hardship, and only with great difficulty had he finally created the favorable conditions before him. Could he destroy his opponent?
To be fair, Lin Xuan himself did not know.
That was right. He did not have much confidence.
The other party was, after all, also at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, and his strength was far beyond what an ordinary Zombie could compare to.
Though Lin Xuan had calculated cleverly and temporarily left him unable to use the Law of Speed, wanting to finish everything in one stroke was still no easy matter.
Existences of this level had more or less cultivated one or two life-preserving secret arts. Killing one with a single blow was very difficult.
But that did not matter. Even if he did not fall, there was no way he could escape without a scratch.
As long as the other party was heavily injured, the following battle of spells would become much easier. Sooner or later, Lin Xuan would be the victor.
Lin Xuan was in no hurry. The present situation was favorable to him.
"Damn it!"
That Zombie's fangs were bared, and an even deeper trace of venomous resentment showed in his eyes. His expression became increasingly hideous and terrifying.
A Xiantian Spirit Treasure was indeed no small matter. He had been too careless and had fallen into this brat's trap.
His heart was filled with regret, but naturally, he would not sit and wait for death.
He raised his head and let out an angry roar.
Then his hair began to surge wildly. It had originally been purple-black, and now it was even more