Seeing that Xing'er and the others had already weathered the crisis, Lin Xuan turned his head and sent his immensely powerful divine sense sweeping forward.
A mere few tens of thousands of li would have been impossibly far for mortals, but with the strength of Lin Xuan's divine sense, he could sense it all clearly with ease.
And so, a clear scene leisurely came into view.
Sand flew and stones hurtled; heaven and earth changed color for it.
As far as the eye could see, it gave one the feeling of blue seas turning into mulberry fields.
Within his sight, dozens of mountains of varying heights had already been razed flat.
Gullies crisscrossed everywhere, and even the void had been shattered into fragments.
Lin Xuan's pupils narrowed slightly. The two sides fighting here truly were no ordinary figures. In terms of strength, they were much stronger than Venerable Heaven-Fat and the ghostly creature that had just been slain.
The sinister wind was like ink, and Black Qi filled the sky, ranging freely in every direction. Yet these layers upon layers of obstacles were useless; Lin Xuan still saw the scene before him with perfect clarity.
Two savage-looking ghostly creatures stood there, both much taller than ordinary people. Yet judging from their appearances, they actually bore a certain resemblance to each other. From head to toe, both were wrapped in rolling, blazing flames.
Only, the one on the left had grayish-white flames, while the Ghost Fire on the one on the right was pitch-black.
Neither of them moved. At this moment, victory and defeat had already been decided.
The ghostly creature on the left had his eyes wide open, his face filled with disbelief, while his entire body was riddled with holes, as if pierced through by thousands upon thousands of