Before this, he had once fought Baoshe in a life-and-death battle, yet even though Baoshe was a True Devil Progenitor, not a single one of her moves could compare with what was before him.
No—that was wrong. It was not that they could not compare; they were simply far, far inferior.
The power of every bone spike could rival a Xiantian Spirit Treasure, and at this moment, there were dozens upon dozens of them, shooting out like a rain of flowers filling the sky. Each one could stir a different Law of Heaven and Earth, their exquisite profundities beyond words. No wonder this space was nearly unable to withstand them.
Lin Xuan's expression was ugly to the extreme.
Hundun was even more terrifying than he had imagined.
Forget the fact that the current him had yet to comprehend a domain; even if the top experts of the Three Realms were in his place, there probably would not be many who could escape unscathed.
Those words sounded absurd, yet there was truly no exaggeration in them.
Right now, it was equivalent to him facing the combined assault of more than ten Xiantian Spirit Treasures. This had already far exceeded Lin Xuan's ability to endure. The only one who might be able to block it was perhaps that stunningly talented Fairy Yutong.
Was he truly going to fall this time?
Lin Xuan's heart was already filled with despair.
He knew his own Supernatural Powers best. Though they far surpassed many existences of the same rank, in this sort of situation, there was no Art of Returning to Heaven.
Vexation, gloom, stifled frustration...
But Lin Xuan naturally could not possibly sit still and wait for death.
Even if he knew full well it was a deathtrap, he still had to fight. At this