Lin Xuan's punch was graceful and unrestrained. It looked as though he had not used much strength, yet a golden fist shadow shot into the sky out of nowhere and slammed viciously into the scarlet fireball.
Boom!
Along with an earth-shaking roar, the entire small space began to sway. Fiery-red air waves tangled with golden light, clashing violently in midair, before finally collapsing and dissolving into nothingness.
"This fellow's strength isn't bad."
A strange gleam flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes.
Although he had not used much strength in that strike just now, it was absolutely not something an ordinary mid-stage Tribulation Transcendence Demon Race member could withstand with the fleshly body alone.
Yet this Puppet had done it.
From this, it could be inferred that the toughness of his fleshly body probably surpassed that of a mid-stage Tribulation Transcendence Demon Race member by a great deal. As expected of something refined by an Immortal.
But to think he could contend with him on that alone was truly too foolish!
A sharp glint flashed through Lin Xuan's eyes. He had no interest in dawdling here with a Puppet.
With a flick of his sleeve, red light dazzled the eye, and a uniquely shaped circular ring flew out.
Amid a loud, clear cry, purplish-red raging flames sprayed from the ring.
In only an instant, they dyed half the sky crimson.
With hissing sounds, they transformed into countless Fire Snakes and coiled toward the enemy ahead.
Red Lotus Fire!
Daoist Lingji saw it clearly. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of fear flashed through his pupils, but at this point, he no longer had any room to dodge.
Gritting his teeth, he swept the Whisk in his hand.
At once, clusters of azure light burst across the surface of this Dharma Treasure.