Seven Star Island Healing

Spiritual light shot in every direction. The Ice Flood Dragon and the fireball displayed their might, and the Demon Core was already on the verge of collapse. Lin Xuan formed a hand seal with both hands, and the void trembled. A large azure hand appeared out of thin air and scooped downward.

Hiss...

It broke through the last of the black mist, and the Demon Core was firmly imprisoned.

Afterward, Lin Xuan did the same, collecting the masterless Magic Banner and Single Horn one after another.

"Young Master, are you all right?" A concerned voice entered his ears.

"I'm fine. Just a little tired. This place isn't safe to linger in."

After Lin Xuan finished speaking, he turned into a streak of azure light, wrapped up the little fox, and without the slightest hesitation, shot off into the distance. Although it was not suitable for him to fight anyone right now, mere flying was no great hindrance.

Only the time it took to eat a meal had passed when two startling rainbows of different colors flew over from the horizon. After circling once, the light scattered, and two figures appeared.

Both were Transformation Realm old monsters. The one on the left had the appearance of a youth—it was precisely that young master of the Snow Fox Clan. The one on the right was powerfully built, burly and rough-featured, with an extremely fierce appearance; he was a yellow-faced old man.

After the two lowered their escape lights, they immediately released their divine sense. Unfortunately, they gained nothing. Lin Xuan had long since fled more than a hundred li away.

"Young Master, the celestial omen of Nascent Soul Formation did indeed occur here. There are such obvious traces of battle as well. Clearly, before us, other fellow Daoists of the Demon Race