As one waned and the other waxed, Lin Xuan had already seen the hope of victory.
Yet that monster was truly extraordinary as well, worthy of having been transformed from the body of a True Immortal. Though the situation was clearly unfavorable to the extreme, it still resisted with all its might.
That was not strange. No one was willing to sit and wait for death.
Even ants still clung to life, let alone Cultivators of their level.
Unfortunately, it was useless.
Lin Xuan would not miss such a good opportunity.
Such a troublesome enemy had to be eliminated; otherwise, saying there would be endless future trouble would not be excessive.
With a flick of his sleeve, Lin Xuan sacrificed another treasure.
It was about the size of a house.
Its surface was wrapped in a layer of dazzling spiritual light, hovering roughly ten feet above Lin Xuan's head.
At first glance, this treasure was a fiery-red ring, but on one side of the ring was an exquisite carving of a bird-type Demonic Beast.
This bird had slender eyes and long feathers. At a glance, it looked seventy or eighty percent similar to a Phoenix, but compared with a Phoenix, its body was somewhat more elongated, and its bearing was also proud to the extreme, faintly giving off an air of looking down upon all beneath heaven.
Vermilion Bird!
The monster's pupils shrank slightly.
Among True Spirits, the Vermilion Bird was not the most powerful one, but it was absolutely the one that most restrained Zombies, Yin Spirits, and other such members of the Ghost Race.
And within this treasure, there seemed to be the soul of a Vermilion Bird.
In that case, the threat it posed to him could be imagined.
If he had been in his prime, he