Lin Xuan wasted no more words with it. He reached out and slapped his Storage Bag, and the Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword was already summoned, circling ceaselessly above his head.
"An ice-attribute magic treasure?" The little figure's expression grew even darker.
"Correct. Your eyes are still somewhat sharp. Against a Demon Spirit of Southern Bright Separation Fire, using an ice-attribute treasure will naturally get twice the result with half the effort." A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth as he spoke indifferently.
Then he scooped with his left hand and had already taken down the Spirit Ghost Bag hanging at his waist. Accompanied by gusts of sinister wind, countless pitch-black ghost mists swarmed out from within.
Within the mist, ghostly shadows layered upon one another, and more than thirty burly humanoid monsters appeared. They were roughly two meters tall, clad head to toe in iron armor, and each held a sharp long halberd.
On the surface, they looked like puppet warriors, yet a dense corpse aura permeated the area around their bodies.
"Iron-Armored Refined Corpses!"
The little figure's pupils contracted slightly. Although these monsters only possessed Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation, their attributes countered its own. Once they fought, they would cause no small amount of trouble.
Lin Xuan said nothing more. He pointed at the flying sword circling above his head, and as magic power poured in, the Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword transformed into a white ice dragon several zhang long. It opened its bloody maw and spat out a vast blast of cold air.
Naturally, the little figure would not show weakness, but it could also see Lin Xuan was not easy to provoke. The true body of this ice dragon was even a top-tier ancient treasure; taking it head-on would