Yue'er was not idle either. The Magic Banner swayed lightly, and amid the yin energy and ghostly fog, hundreds of beast souls swarmed out from within, opened their mouths, and each spat out pillars of multicolored light.
Although these demon beasts were not high in rank, they made up for it with sheer numbers. With hundreds attacking together, their might was quite astonishing.
This time, Lin Xuan had truly gone for the kill. He had to end this quickly; otherwise, if the opponent managed to entangle him, things would turn dire.
With a soft hiss, the Floating Cloud Falling Snow Sword had already broken through the restriction and plunged headfirst into the demonic cloud. As expected of a top-tier ancient treasure from the primordial era, its power was indeed extraordinary.
Next came the beams spat out by those beast souls. Though they were a little slower, they also struck into the demonic cloud.
Boom!
The demonic cloud churned violently, as if it had suffered no small shock. The ghostly energy scattered, and a phantom gradually became clear.
Three wisps of long beard, an elegant and refined face—his height and appearance were not the slightest bit different from the Ghost Emperor Haotian.
However, his cultivation was much lower, only around the level of a Ghost King.
Yet Lin Xuan's expression did not relax in the slightest. Instead, it grew even more solemn. The attack just now had been enough to heavily injure an ordinary Core Condensation cultivator, yet the other party had received it easily, without suffering the slightest harm.
As expected of the Ghost Emperor's incarnation, he could not be treated like an ordinary Yinhun.
Lin Xuan felt his heartbeat suddenly quicken.
He stuck out his tongue and licked the somewhat dry corner of his mouth. Of course, it was