This speed could not be called smashing through like split bamboo, but it was absolutely worthy of praise.
Ghost Saint Tianyou's expression was ugly to the extreme. He had clearly thought of every possible way to share his pressure, yet he had never expected that, in the end, it would still come to this.
But he did not give up. As long as he could refine the other party's lifebound treasure, he would still have a sliver of a chance at victory.
Once the bow was drawn, there was no turning the arrow back. No matter what, he could not simply sit and wait for death now.
Being forced to ride a tiger with no way to dismount—that was exactly the principle.
Ghost Saint Tianyou's situation was terrible to the extreme.
And on the other side, several hundred streaks of Sword Qi had already arrived beside that Fierce Ghost.
They were only a few feet apart.
As if with a single breath, they could easily wipe the other party out.
Yet, at precisely this moment, an inconceivable scene occurred.
A fierce glint flashed in the ghostly creature's eyes. Its figure blurred slightly, and it actually vanished into thin air.
"This..."
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. Like this, the razor-sharp Sword Qi naturally struck empty air.
Then spatial fluctuations suddenly arose. Behind Lin Xuan, a pitch-black arm reached out from the void.
Riiip...
Space was torn open. Black light flared wildly over the surface of that arm, and it actually swelled by more than double out of nowhere, clawing viciously down toward the crown of Lin Xuan's head.
Judging by its sharp nails, they were in no way inferior to blades and swords. If this strike landed solidly, even if Lin Xuan did not perish, his physical body would probably be