That pillar of annihilating light was not eye-catching, yet after Lin Xuan swept it lightly with his divine sense, his expression changed drastically. Without even thinking, he raised a finger and pointed. With a whoosh, that fiery-red ancient shield appeared before him.
Radiance flashed, and the ancient shield turned into a layer of red protective light, its surface wreathed in countless golden runes, looking extraordinarily magnificent.
"Pfft..."
The light pillar slammed into it. The runes flickered nonstop, yet the shield took it down without danger.
Lin Xuan nodded. This item was indeed a top-tier ancient treasure. In terms of defensive divine abilities, it was more than several times stronger than the Carefree Fan.
As for Ghost King Xuanzhen, his face turned ashen, and he was so stifled he wanted to vomit blood. He had even used a divine ability that harmed himself, yet it had still been easily blocked by the other party. The gap between their strengths was too great; there was already no need to keep fighting!
Yet he showed no intention of retreating. Instead, a trace of resolve flashed through his eyes.
He reached into his robes and took out a long rectangular wooden box. The lid opened, and inside was a strangely shaped spirit herb.
The herb was about a foot long and as thick as a child's arm. It looked somewhat like ginseng, but its whole body was jet-black. Even more eerie was that on the herb's stem and tuber was a ghostly face the size of a fingernail. Though a little small, its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose were all lifelike, making it look extraordinarily ferocious.
When Lin Xuan saw this item, his brows could not help lifting. As the young master of Spirit Herb Mountain, leaving aside his alchemy skills for the moment,