Lin Xuan's face was dark to the extreme, but at this moment, he truly could not think of any good idea.
This mysterious monster's strength was far too absurd, almost at the point where it was not much inferior to Tian Xiang. Although the True Spirit Transformation Sword Art could block it, and on the surface they seemed evenly matched, this way, nearly half or more of his energy was being tied down.
With what remained, how was he supposed to face Tian Xiang, the strongest True Immortal?
It could be said that defeat was already certain!
Damn it!
Lin Xuan naturally could not accept this outcome.
But he just happened to be bitterly without any good plan. Sigh, if only he had also raised such a powerful spirit beast.
Wait, spirit beast?
Didn't he have a Little Fur Ball?
Although it was somewhat unreliable, overall, its strength was still quite remarkable.
Even though, deep in Lin Xuan's heart, he did not feel that Little Fur Ball could defeat the fellow before him.
But at this moment, where did he have time to make more choices? He was nearly at the end of the road now, so he might as well treat a dead horse as a living one and try anything.
Having made that decision in his heart, Lin Xuan flung out the Spirit Beast Bag.
He casually threw out a streak of Sword Qi, but what came in return was the sound of snoring drifting into his ears.
Lin Xuan was speechless for a while.
The fluffy Little Fur Ball had both eyes tightly shut, and its snot was even blown into bubbles with its breathing.
Seeing this scene, even Lin Xuan began to doubt his choice. Had his brain short-circuited, to actually expect the Little Fellow before