As these thoughts turned through his mind, Lin Xuan naturally did not grow anxious or flare up.
The moves he unleashed could not be called fierce or vicious, yet they were like spring silkworms spinning silk, stretching on and on in endless succession. He sought no merit, only no fault. In this way, Baoshe was tightly entangled by him; though she used every trick in her body, she still could not escape.
Just like that, the time it took to drink a cup of tea passed.
Baoshe's expression became incomparably ugly.
She, too, was a cultivator who had fought through a hundred battles, and she knew full well what Lin Xuan had in mind.
This was the strategy of boiling a frog in warm water.
He did not clash with her head-on, only slowly wore her down, and yet at this moment, this was precisely what she feared most.
She hated Lin Xuan to the bone, yet there was nothing she could do. This kid was far too cunning.
Just like that, time passed bit by bit, and Baoshe's situation grew more and more critical. An unnatural trace of panic also showed on her face.
Could it be that she truly had to fall here?
It was utterly absurd!
As a True Devil Progenitor, even if the Three Realms War began, by all rights she should still have more than enough power to protect herself. Yet now she was going to die at the hands of a Little Fellow who did not even possess a single Domain?
Baoshe felt incomparably stifled.
But the present situation was indeed becoming more and more unfavorable.
Forget it. If one did not cut when it was time to cut, one would suffer the chaos instead!
Baoshe raised her head, a venomous gleam flashing