Countless icy crystal grains appeared in Lin Xuan's palm, glinting with a chilling light. Each one was a sharp little needle.
Since it was a sneak attack, naturally he had to choose a powerful spell. Better yet if he could kill with one blow!
In the past, Lin Xuan could only control nearly a hundred ice needles at once. Now that he had entered the sixth layer of the Spirit Movement Stage, their number had doubled, and the power of the ice needles had increased greatly as well.
However, Lin Xuan did not immediately cast the spell. Instead, he pulled out a bottle from his robes and took a sip of the Red Silk Grass Green Liquid inside.
Ye Tian muttered an incantation under his breath as Ghost Mist churned within the Hundred Soul Banner. Judging from the posture, it seemed to be some sort of search technique. As Ye Tian's footsteps gradually drew closer, Lin Xuan hesitated no longer. He activated his spiritual power and fired the several hundred ice needles in his hand.
Cold light flashed, yet Ye Tian reacted with astonishing speed. His expression changed drastically as he clenched the Hundred Soul Banner in his hand. The surrounding Ghost Mist surged wildly toward him, and within the haze, a White Bone Shield faintly appeared.
The clanging rang without end as the ice needles struck the shield in a rapid barrage. Crack! The shield shattered, and Ye Tian spat out a mouthful of blood, but the ice needles had been exhausted as well.
Lin Xuan gave a soft "Eh?" and burst out of the ground. With a flick of his wrist, he hurled a mid-grade Fire Bird Talisman at Ye Tian. A wave of heat rushed at him. Ye Tian gritted his teeth, and a blood-red skull materialized