Yet how could it be that easy?
It was true that Zhuiling Ancestor's mind had fallen into disorder, but his strength was the genuine article of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.
Leaving aside the Supernatural Powers he knew, in terms of cultivation realm alone, he was only stronger than Lin Xuan, not weaker. How could a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage be instantly killed in a single move?
The Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword surged forward with majestic force, yet not the slightest trace of fear could be seen on the other party's face.
Roar!
He raised his head, and from his mouth, a series of rolling-thunder roars burst out one after another.
Then he suddenly lifted a hand.
Following his motion, wind rose and clouds surged. The Yuan Qi of heaven and earth instantly became chaotic to the extreme, mixing together with the demonic Qi around his body.
Afterward, fist-sized balls of light appeared in view one after another.
Black as ink!
Their surfaces also flickered with crackling arcs of lightning.
Their number was even more astonishing. Densely packed, they blocked out half the sky, and at a rough count, there were at least over a thousand.
What kind of spell was this?
What did the other party intend to do?
The two questions flashed through Lin Xuan's mind like flint striking lightning.
Afterward, Zhuiling Ancestor had already made his move. His motions were sweeping and forceful, and countless complex hand seals were completed in the blink of an eye.
With a vicious expression on his face, he overlapped both hands and roared at Lin Xuan, "Break!"
At once, the black balls of light filling the sky flashed, and in an instant their size swelled violently, becoming as large as heads. Their surfaces were wrapped in rings of lightning,