In but a few moments, this overlord of the Ice Desert Wasteland had already sent his soul back to the underworld.
A grave look appeared on Lin Xuan's face. Without a word, he brought his hands together, and the Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring burst with spiritual light, transforming into a blue curtain of light, across whose surface countless fist-sized fiery runes flowed.
Lin Xuan was still not satisfied. He spat out a mouthful of emerald-green flame that swiftly fused into the light curtain. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, the Three Yin White Bone Shield shot out and spun round and round. The ghost face at the center of the shield chewed furiously, spewing out an inky-black yin wind that wrapped Lin Xuan's figure within it.
Then he raised a hand and offered up dozens of talismans. Five-colored spiritual light flickered—these were all mid-grade Earth-rank talismans.
Now was not the time to be stingy. Lin Xuan used every defensive measure at his disposal.
The other party had already swallowed those poisonous powders. What Lin Xuan lacked most right now was time.
In all fairness, Lin Xuan felt a little apprehensive as well. The other party's cultivation had already surpassed the peak of Nascent Soul Late Stage, so all he could do now was defend with everything he had and hope he could hold on a little longer.
Seeing Lin Xuan's actions, a trace of astonishment could not help appearing on the Ancient Demon's face. Offering up dozens of Earth-rank defensive talismans in one breath—such a "prodigal" method was truly something the Ancient Demon had never seen before.
But very quickly, his expression turned sinister and vicious again. Doing this could indeed cause him some trouble, but in the end, it would still be of no avail.
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