Moth Ancestor!
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank, and he instantly recalled this Demonic Beast of legend.
As its name implied, it was the progenitor of moth-type Demon Insects, and its own Supernatural Powers could already rival old monsters at the Tribulation Transcendence level.
Its Supernatural Powers were bizarre, and it was incomparably troublesome!
If they had run into it elsewhere, Lin Xuan would not have been afraid, but for it to appear here made things an unbearable headache.
To wipe it out in a few swift strokes without alarming the other powerful creatures nearby was truly asking too much.
What should he do?
Lin Xuan's brows locked tight, strange light flickering nonstop in his eyes. Even with his incredibly rich experience in magical combat, at this moment, he still did not know what to do.
But at a time like this, there was no extra time for him to hesitate or delay. The Moth Ancestor flapped its wings, and though its body was clumsy and bloated, its movements were as fast as lightning.
In the blink of an eye, it had arrived before Lin Xuan.
There was nowhere to dodge, so Lin Xuan could only rouse himself to meet the battle. Yet precisely at this moment, an unexpected scene appeared.
The Spirit Race Saintess's figure blurred slightly, and she actually used Teleportation to block in front of Lin Xuan.
What was this woman trying to do?
Amid his astonishment, Lin Xuan stopped what he was doing.
He would look at the situation first before making a decision.
Then he saw the Spirit Race Saintess reach out and pat her waist, and an ancient-looking scroll appeared before his eyes.
Afterward, the woman extended a finger and pointed.
Emerald Radiance swelled and receded, and the scroll slowly unfurled. An ink-wash landscape painting emerged