Rumble!
A sound like muffled thunder reached his ears.
The purplish-red light curtain flickered and trembled, but Mystic Treasure Demon Qi was no small thing, and besides, the Old Devil had not hesitated to expend a great deal of vital blood to use an extremely formidable secret art.
Though it was on the verge of collapse, it managed to hold on in the end.
Blood Demon's heart eased, but immediately afterward, a gnashing, hate-filled expression appeared on his face. He wished he could hack Lin Xuan into ten thousand pieces...
But when he raised his head, he happened to see Lin Xuan take a step to the left. His figure blurred, and he actually vanished from where he stood without a trace.
What was this?
Teleportation Technique?
A look of utter horror appeared on the Old Devil's face. How was that possible? Teleportation belonged to the category of spatial divine abilities. Even great cultivators at the Nascent Soul Late Stage could not master it. Why could his opponent...
But at this moment, where was there time for him to slowly think it through? The Old Devil vaguely felt that he had done something foolish—failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice besides. By making an enemy of this youth, perhaps the one who would die in the end would be himself.
The pills refined from twin infants were tempting, but one had to be alive to enjoy them.
The thought of retreat had already sprouted in his heart.
However, he still first took out a treasure, intending to protect his body.
His plan had originally been sound, but unfortunately, it was already too late.
Using the previous attacks to tie down more than half of the Old Devil's attention, Lin Xuan executed Nine Heavens Micro-Steps and had already arrived