After sneering at Lin Xuan several times, the Devil Infant suddenly stretched out its two small hands and formed a strange spell seal. Then its entire body turned into a mass of black light and sank into Zhou Mian's chest.
Crack, crack...
A grating sound that set one's teeth on edge rang out. Zhou Mian's body abruptly shot up by several feet, his muscles knotting like coiled dragons. The armor over his chest and abdomen grew even more wildly, and in the blink of an eye, it covered most of his body.
His nails lengthened, and foot-long Bone Blades sprouted from vital joints such as his elbows and knees. His aura surged explosively along with them...
Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes, his expression grave. Yet he did not show the slightest intention of retreating, as Yue'er had said.
The other party's transformation was indeed astonishing, but Lin Xuan had never heard of anyone suffering cultivation deviation and, instead of disaster, turning misfortune into fortune by advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm.
Lin Xuan had seen no few old monsters with deep fortune and karmic luck, and the Zhou Mian before him had clearly not reached that level.
He licked the corner of his mouth. With his divine abilities, as long as he was a little careful, dealing with him should not be difficult.
Lin Xuan removed a Spirit Ghost Bag from his waist, sent a slight breath of magic power into it, and offered it up. Black smoke billowed, and several dozen tall Refined Corpses blocked Lin Xuan's front.
Clad in hard armor and gripping sharp weapons, their momentum was astonishing.
Zhou Mian's pupils shrank slightly. He was clearly quite wary of Lin Xuan's endless stream of methods.
Yet it was not over. Lin Xuan and Yue'er's attacks had already