Even with his vast experience, he had never heard of such a thing.
Sword light was something with substance yet no form, and yet it could actually be petrified as well. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, he simply would not have believed the scene before him.
This did not seem like the Laws of Heaven and Earth. Rather, it was more like an innate secret art of the Demon Race.
As the True Devil Progenitor, could Baoshe also possess an innate Supernatural Power?
In that case, was her true body not of pure Devil Race blood, but instead possessed some Demonic Beast lineage?
Of course, this was only speculation, with no evidence whatsoever to support it.
And at this moment, Lin Xuan had no mood to investigate anything.
He had racked his brains and spared no effort, finally managing with great difficulty to create such a favorable situation. Naturally, Lin Xuan would not let it fall short at the last step because of one small setback.
When soldiers came, a general would block them; when water came, earth would dam it.
Although his attacks showed no effect for the moment, Lin Xuan naturally would not grow discouraged because of that.
Any Supernatural Power required a price. I'd like to see just how long she can keep this up.
Thoughts flashed through his mind.
Instead of retreating, Lin Xuan advanced, stepped forward, and punched out ahead.
Following his movement, a True Dragon Void Shadow emerged. The dragon claw overlapped with Lin Xuan's fist, golden light flaring brightly as it pressed down toward the front with majestic pressure.
Roar!
Baoshe also sensed the crisis, and the full head of snake hair turned toward this side.
Lin Xuan immediately felt an eerie devilish power. His fist grew sluggish,