A startling force rushed at him head-on!
That force was somewhat strange.
It was something with substance yet without form, and yet it made one feel extremely uncomfortable.
An illusion art?
No, it was possession!
Lin Xuan's reaction was also extremely swift. Thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning striking flint, and in almost an instant, he understood.
This fellow before his eyes was no Demon Venerable at all. It was clearly a convergence of dozens of Outer Realm Demonic Thoughts, concealing their tracks for the sake of launching a sneak attack on him.
Possession!
They had certainly made a clever calculation. Knowing he was not easy to deal with, they had thought up this opportunistic scheme.
After all, by common sense, Outer Realm Demonic Thoughts were originally skilled in this art. If one was caught off guard, the success rate was truly not low.
Once he fell into their hands, the suspense of this battle would be all but gone.
The devils could practically secure victory.
What a fine plan!
Yet how could Lin Xuan let them have their way?
So what if there were dozens of Outer Realm Demonic Thoughts?
Although this lineup was indeed luxurious, Lin Xuan's divine sense was not something to laugh at either.
Tempered by a thousand hammers and a hundred refinements, comparable to a True Immortal's.
Lin Xuan took a deep breath and began to counterattack. At the spot between his brows, a ripple with substance yet without form spread out.
At first, it was only like a small lake into which a pebble had been tossed, raising tiny ripples. Very soon, that wave expanded outward, like a raging storm, like furious billows towering to the heavens.
And Lin Xuan's figure became a blur, as if he had transformed into the vast sea.