The entire process happened as swiftly as a rabbit bolting and a falcon stooping. The Green-Robed Elder's face instantly turned incomparably gloomy. His opponent was actually powerful to such an extent—someone he simply could not match by force. How could he still dare covet the Nine Heavens Breathing Soil?
The thought of retreat had already risen in his heart.
However, that Strange Snake with a dozen or so heads was savage and ferocious, and for the moment, he had no way to shake it off.
Seeing that the other party had already turned its heads, his forehead was covered in bean-sized beads of sweat. He roared angrily at Lin Xuan, "At a time like this, fellow Daoist, you're still watching from the sidelines? If this old man falls, do you think you'll come out of it well?"
No one was willing to fall, so the Green-Robed Elder had no choice but to swallow his pride and ask Lin Xuan for help.
Although the two of them were complete strangers, if something unexpected happened to him, Lin Xuan's own situation would not be much better. Thus, he believed Lin Xuan would make a move.
Of course, as a top figure of a world, the elder would not truly hand his little life over for someone else to decide. While he roared in anger, his two palms flipped over, and flames ignited in the centers of his hands.
Yet they were utterly different. The one in his left hand was grayish-white, while the one in his right was a ghastly, ghastly green.
Then he brought his two palms together before his chest. Spiritual light flared brilliantly, and the flames merged with each other. Within the gorgeous clouds of light, a treasure was actually born.
At first glance, it looked almost exactly like