The force of the self-destruction had been checked, but Lin Xuan's crisis was far from over. Those black threads were terrifying, yet they were only a small part of the threat—the vanguard sent to test his defenses.
Then the black halo itself slammed toward him, bearing overwhelming demonic might.
The pressure was staggering. It engulfed the iceberg from every direction, but Lin Xuan would not yield so easily. Blue light blazed across the mountain's surface, and streams of radiance flowed out.
It was no use.
The moment they touched the black halo, they vanished like ice meeting fire. Still the halo pressed on, swelling and contracting as it surged forward. Its light was blinding; wherever it touched, the void shattered into nothingness.
Its might did more than make heaven and earth change color. It seemed ready to swallow this entire space.
Blue light kept flowing across the iceberg's surface, but its once-formidable cold now seemed as feeble as a mantis raising its arms to stop a cart.
It melted rapidly beneath the demonic onslaught. Even so, Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire was no ordinary Supernatural Power. Though it failed to stop the attack, it did consume a fair measure of the self-destruction's force.
That alone was not enough to avert disaster. The remaining power was still staggering, and now it bore down on Lin Xuan with the force of a thousand thunderbolts.
Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed sharply. Only the Mystic Turtle Dragon Shell Shield remained before him.
His last defense!
If it was breached, there was no telling what would happen to him next.
Lin Xuan was confident he would survive, but a serious injury would almost certainly be unavoidable.
That was something he could not accept. They were both at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, but their strength could not