At that moment, the two of them had nowhere left to run and had been forced into a dead end by the demon souls.
Though Lin Xuan was not panicking, the calm look from earlier had vanished from his face.
In the distance, Mo Mang stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, cruel light flashing in his eyes. He raised a finger and struck the Bronze Bell again and again, its ancient, unadorned tolls echoing endlessly through the room...
Led by the four monsters at their head, the countless demon souls let out a savage roar in unison and pounced.
Lin Xuan felt the blood and qi inside him surge. Though the barrier laid down by the Carefree Fan was sturdy, under the frenzied assault of over a thousand demon souls, it began to totter on the verge of collapse in almost the blink of an eye.
Lin Xuan's expression turned very ugly, but faced with this great demon-soul formation laid down by an ancient cultivator, he truly felt unequal to the task.
Yet sitting with his hands tied and waiting for death was not Lin Xuan's style. He was still racking his brains for a way out.
Just as the light barrier was about to be breached, a streak of white light flew out from the Storage Bag at Lin Xuan's waist.
The light paused in the sky and transformed into a palm-sized, ancient-looking, warm and gentle Jade Pendant.
The Jade Pendant emitted a faint, firefly-like glow in midair. Precisely then, a crisp ripping sound rang in their ears—the barrier had been broken through.
The first few demon souls charged in, only to be enveloped by the white light radiating from the Jade Pendant. Then, as if seized by some tremendous suction force, amid unwilling