Needless to say, it was Lin Xuan!
Not the slightest hint of spiritual pressure radiated from him. The effect of the Ink Moon Heaven Witch Art returning to simplicity and truth had now reached a state of consummate mastery.
He did not need to deliberately activate it; it manifested naturally on its own.
Yet even though they could not sense any spiritual pressure, those cultivators and members of the Demon Race still stopped what they were doing in unison.
It was an instinctive fear.
In that instant, they felt themselves to be insignificant in the extreme, while that seemingly ordinary youth was incomparably powerful.
"Senior..."
The middle-aged man was, after all, somewhat more knowledgeable, and he had already begun to faintly suspect whether they had encountered some kind of fortuitous opportunity.
"Say what you have to say in a moment. Let Lin first exterminate these demon birds."
The demon race before him was naturally not worth mentioning to Lin Xuan. Since he had run into them, he did not mind helping these unlucky cultivators in passing.
He flicked his sleeve, yet no streak of rosy light flew out, let alone any sword qi or treasures. The few cultivators were a little confused by what they saw, but what happened next was an inconceivable scene.
Bang!
Without the slightest warning, the dozen or so demon birds surrounding them all burst into clouds of blood mist.
"How is that possible?"
The few of them were dumbstruck and could not help looking at one another.
This mysterious youth before them was absurdly powerful. With a mere lift of his hand or foot, he could exterminate such terrifying demon birds. Just what realm of cultivator was he?
They had no way to guess. The gap in their strength was far too great.
It was