His momentum was like splitting bamboo, yet a faint cold smile surfaced on the Spirit Race Ancestor's face. He raised his right hand and struck toward the empty air from afar.
A halo of light flared up, wrapping around the old man's entire arm. As he moved, the power of laws emerged as well. A bang rang in the ears, and that enormous sharp claw actually turned into nothingness in an instant.
"The Law of Power!"
Lin Xuan's expression grew even uglier.
The other party was actually skilled in Body Refining Technique as well. Such a formidable enemy was truly difficult to deal with.
If he could choose, Lin Xuan did not want to fight him to the death either. However, the Asura Seven Treasures were something he was determined to obtain; Lin Xuan simply could not retreat.
So what if he was a powerful enemy? He would risk it all!
As the thought flashed through his mind, Lin Xuan's expression suddenly became resolute. He raised his right hand and pointed several incantation seals forward in succession. Following his movements, clear ringing sounds rose loudly, and immediately after, crackling noises reached the ears.
On the surface of the Nine Palaces Instantaneous Sword, streaks of pitch-black arcs of lightning appeared.
They leaped and flickered!
The entire void dimmed considerably all at once.
The wolf-tooth maces that had originally been locked in battle with it were smashed apart, their surfaces wrapped in strands of murky Yin energy, and their might dropped sharply.
"This is..."
The Spirit Race Ancestor's pupils shrank slightly. He was also a figure who had lived for several million years and had broad experience. How could he fail to recognize the Illusionary Yin Divine Thunder with which the Asura King had once overawed the Three Realms?
This divine thunder