A sharp gleam flashed, and the two fangs swiftly fused together. Black qi flickered over their surface as they moved to meet the Azure Fire Sword.
A tremendous boom crashed into their ears. Lin Xuan's body swayed slightly, while the Demon Corpse could not keep its footing and staggered several steps back, shock spreading across its face.
How was that possible?
Although the one he was using now was not his true body, only the Second Primordial Spirit he had infused into a puppet Refined Corpse, in terms of cultivation, it still should not have been much inferior to a middle-stage cultivator.
One had to know that this Demon Corpse had originally been refined with painstaking care. Before his death, he had once been a Nascent Soul Cultivator of great renown.
As for the Second Primordial Spirit, he had also cultivated it to great success. Though it could not compare with the heaven-defying divine abilities of a Second Nascent Soul, when combined with several strange secret arts of the Underworld Realm, its power was not much weaker either.
It was precisely because he had full confidence in the Demon Corpse avatar that he had sent him out alone to carry out this mission. After all, he was currently cultivating a formidable demonic art, and for the short term, it was truly unsuitable for him to leave his cave residence.
It was not as if he had never sparred with the Nascent Soul Middle Stage elders of the sect. Even if he could not win, he rarely fell into a disadvantage. So why, before his eyes...
Lin Xuan, however, did not think that much. Once battle began, he instead cast aside all stray thoughts, wanting only to obtain victory with single-minded focus.
This Demon Corpse was indeed out of the ordinary,