However, in doing so, his figure was naturally checked for an instant. The Spirit Race Ancestor merely swept his sleeve, and took out another Dharma Treasure.
It was a bronze bell, ancient and simple in style.
A savage, primeval aura seeped out from its surface.
With the slightest shake, black sound waves filled the sky, blotting out heaven and earth as they swept toward Lin Xuan to kill him.
Wherever they passed, the void blurred, as if a small lake had been wrinkled by the wind, ripples appearing point by point. For a time, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth fell into utter chaos, as though killing intent permeated every corner.
This was absolutely no ordinary sonic attack; something else was mixed within it.
Lin Xuan's expression turned incomparably ugly, but at this moment, he naturally had no time to examine it in detail. Amid the rush, he raised his right hand and pointed forward.
The void ahead blurred, actually collapsing as an invisible force was born. The next instant, it collided with the black sound waves.
Boom!
A tremendous sound entered his ears. The two bizarre forces tore the void apart, and the sky dimmed considerably in that instant. For a time, it was hard to tell who had gained the upper hand.
But immediately afterward, the old man sacrificed another spirit talisman.
The talisman was gray-green in color and gave off a strange luster. With a light tremble, it actually vanished into the void. The next moment, rumbling suddenly rose, and layer upon layer of lightning emerged from empty space.
And wrapped within those layers of electric light was, astonishingly, a round bead the size of a fist. This bead's color was dim, but the runes on its surface shone with piercing radiance. The contrast between the