With his movements, the surrounding heaven-and-earth vital energy became chaotic to the extreme.
Within a hundred li, the void collapsed in patches.
Wooo...
A wild gale rose, but it was the heaven-and-earth vital energy rushing over like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.
Then it turned into motes of light of varying sizes.
Five-colored spiritual radiance emerged and sank into the Demon Flood Dragon King's body.
Roar!
The old monster raised his head, and a heaven-shaking roar burst from his throat.
The demonic energy around his body grew denser and denser, and a dazzling black halo rose from the surface of his body.
The light could not be called especially blinding, yet the spiritual pressure it contained made it hard for one even to breathe.
And on the surface of the halo, layer upon layer of patterned arrays came into view. Incredibly, each time the spiritual light flickered, the runes forming these Arrays actually shifted along with it. If one focused even slightly to examine them closely, one's entire mind seemed as if it would be sucked inside. It was profound and mysterious to the extreme.
Yet Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly, and his face was utterly ugly.
With his wealth of combat experience, how could he not know what he was facing at this moment?
Seeing that he could not win, the fellow before him had actually begun playing the trick of mutual destruction.
Damn it!
He was a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, already freed from the shackles of lifespan. How could he disregard his own little life?
Lin Xuan's face was filled with astonishment.
Looking across the Three Realms, sweeping through past and present, there had never been a cultivator who did not care about his own life.
Let alone a Late Stage existence.