"Ah!"
Screams kept pouring into his ears. Unlike those mob-like cultivators, who had no coordination with one another and had been forced to meet the enemy in a hurried scramble, these yin spirits and ghosts appeared well trained. With their numbers doubled as well, there was almost no need to fight—the difference between high and low was clear at a glance.
The Ghost Flood Dragons in particular were vicious beyond compare. Every time they spat out a mouthful of yin energy, some unlucky cultivator would be blasted to pieces, body and bones shattered.
The situation was worrying!
Lin Xuan swept out with his divine sense, and the surrounding scene immediately entered his mind.
With a flash of his figure, he had already arrived beside a Ghost Flood Dragon. The monster's reaction was extremely fast as well; with a sweep of its tail, it transformed into a huge black shadow that came bearing down over Lin Xuan's head.
"You're courting death!"
Yet there was not the slightest fear in the young man's eyes. He stretched out his hand and slapped into the void, and a grotesque hand some seventy to eighty feet long appeared before him.
It seized the flood dragon's tail with effortless ease. Naturally, the Ghost Flood Dragon was unwilling to be bound. It turned its head back, opened its maw wide, and once again a huge black pillar of yin energy surged out.
The two sides were only several dozen zhang apart. At such a short distance, the attack could be said to arrive in the blink of an eye. If it were another Core Condensation cultivator, perhaps they could have blocked it too, but they would certainly have been thrown into a flurry.
Lin Xuan, however, was different. Without any visible movement from him, in an instant