The thought flashed through Lin Xuan's mind, and he hesitated no longer. Demon winds surged all around him as he prepared to cast a spell, break open the Magma Lake, and see exactly what treasure was hidden in that mysterious grotto.
Lin Xuan was already about to act when his brow suddenly lifted and his expression darkened.
"What exactly are you two fellow daoists hiding at the side for?"
As he spoke, he slowly turned his head and looked toward a seemingly empty spot behind him. A cold gleam flickered in his eyes, and an icy spiritual pressure spread from his entire body.
"Fellow daoist is impressive indeed. With nothing but a mere avatar body, you can actually see through our tracks. If your true body were here, even if the two of us joined hands, we likely would not be your match."
A coquettish laugh entered his ears, yet her tone was extremely unpleasant. Then spiritual light flashed in that place, and two figures slowly came into view.
There was not the slightest expression on Lin Xuan's face as he quietly sized up these uninvited guests.
On the left was a woman dressed in white, her features handsome and beautiful.
The man on the right was hidden in shadow, his facial features somewhat blurred, his whole person giving off a lifeless, deathly feeling.
The spiritual pressure on the two of them was faint and indistinct, but it could still be vaguely discerned that both were Spirit Division level Cultivators.
After seeing the other party's cultivation realms clearly, a trace of cold laughter appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. Suddenly, however, he made a new discovery.
Wait. They did not seem to be Human Race, nor Demon Race, and they bore no resemblance to Ancient Demons either.
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