With a boom, the purple mist, already nearly spent, flared back to life from cold ashes and swelled by quite a bit. It had originally been only the size of a washbasin, but now it expanded in an instant to several zhang around, and began spinning at high speed.
A layer of gloom surfaced between Lin Xuan's brows, but though startled, he did not panic. Magic power circulated through his body, and the Sword Qi shooting from his fingers grew three-tenths stronger.
Chi-pu...
This time, however, the Sword Qi was like a clay ox entering the sea. The purple mist spun faster and faster, and in less than half the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a huge vortex appeared before his eyes.
"What is this?"
The thought had only just flashed through Lin Xuan's mind when a sheet of mist shot out from within the vortex and wrapped around him with extreme speed.
At the same time, a terrifying massive force dragged him toward the vortex.
Lin Xuan's current strength was not weak; he was already a high-level cultivator of the Core Condensation stage. Yet under that enormous force, after holding out for only a few seconds, he was sucked in.
"Young Master!"
Ye Qingcheng turned pale with shock. However, with his cultivation, there was simply no time for him to lend a hand. A hint of joy showed in Liu Junhao's eyes, while Tian Xiaojian's expression remained indifferent, giving no clue what he was thinking.
Yet on one point, they were the same: the marvel of this ancient restriction shook them all deeply. Lin Xuan was finished—what should they do now?
Just as the three of them each harbored their own schemes, the Demon Cultivator Mo Mang suddenly made an unexpected move. Black light flashed