This axe was no more than three feet long, yet its entire body was fiery red, with streaks of lightning serpents roaming over its surface.
A dual lightning-and-fire attribute Ancient Treasure.
Following the big man's sharp shout, a tiger's roar rang in the ears. The Sharp Axe blurred, then actually transformed into a fierce tiger wreathed from head to toe in Lie Yan.
Roar!
Its two forepaws slammed down, and its bloody maw gaped wide. In an instant, countless blazing flames sprayed out from within, then blurred slightly and condensed into innumerable crescent-shaped light blades about half a foot long. Dense and packed together, several thousand in number, they shot toward Baoshe.
Baoshe was both shocked and furious.
When the roof leaked, it just had to meet a night of endless rain; when a dragon swam in the shallows, even shrimp dared to toy with it.
She was a majestic True Devil Progenitor—when had she ever suffered such petty humiliation?
But at this moment, she truly had no time to waste. Lin Xuan was still chasing relentlessly from behind. A distance of ten thousand li was naturally extremely far to Mortals, but to Cultivators at their level, it was nothing more than the flick of a finger.
Thoughts flashed through her mind. Her Escape Light blurred slightly, and somehow, as if she had shifted sideways to the left, she moved several hundred zhang away.
In this way, she naturally circled around the fire blades.
However, the big man was bent on revenge. How could he let her go so easily?
Seeing Baoshe about to dodge, a strange glint flashed through his eyes. With a sweep of his right hand, another Folding Fan appeared, and then he fiercely fanned it.
Hiss—
Winds rose and clouds surged. From the surface of his