This choice could not really be called wrong. After all, unless driven to the very last resort, no one was willing to sit and wait for death. With someone taking the lead, the other Outer-Domain Heavenly Demons also began to stir restlessly.
Seeing this, a thread of mockery flashed at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. "Fine courage. Unfortunately, showing off your petty tricks before me is far too foolish."
Before his words had fallen, Lin Xuan's expression did not change. He merely pointed one finger toward the high sky.
A soft "pfft" entered their ears. Five-Colored Glaze—a ball of flame—shot from his fingertip, transformed into a slender Startling Rainbow, and vanished without a trace in an instant.
Swift as wind and lightning, every old monster present saw his pupils shrink slightly. The next moment, a miserable scream entered their ears, and a scene that sent chills up the backs of all the cultivators appeared. That flame caught up with the fleeing Wu Hong. The body-protecting demonic qi of a dignified mid-stage Demon Venerable was actually useless; instead, the moment it made contact, it was ignited, and his entire body turned into a dazzling ball of fire.
It wrapped that Demon Venerable within. Miserable screams kept ringing in their ears. Naturally, that Demon Venerable would not sit and wait for death, and he desperately tried to shake off the flames. Yet neither Dharma Treasures nor secret arts were of any use against this fire. They only saw him rolling madly through the sky, his wails shaking heart and soul, but very soon they stopped abruptly. He, along with his Nascent Soul and soul, was utterly reduced to ash and smoke.
He had brought it upon himself. Who had told these fellows to come to the Spirit World to commit evil?