Seeing his opponent attack, Lin Xuan naturally would not sit and wait for death. He spat a mouthful of spiritual energy at the giant golden hand before him. With a whoosh, the golden hand vanished from where it was, and immediately after, a dull explosive sound reached his ears as it collided with that grayish-white ghost claw.
Golden light and gray radiance wove together, and for a time, they actually seemed evenly matched.
"Hm?"
Elder Hu was visibly shaken, his face full of disbelief. Although he had also seen that this Gold Talisman was no ordinary thing, he had never imagined it could stand on equal footing with his Corpse Talisman.
But this fellow was no simple character either. Seeing that the ghost claw could not gain victory, he snorted, flicked his broad sleeve, and a streak of gray light shot out from within his cuff.
After the ghost claw absorbed it, with a bang, it actually burst apart, transforming into countless grayish-white masses of qi. Lin Xuan was startled. What sort of strange divine ability was this?
Though he did not know much about the Corpse Talisman, since this thing was a world-renowned evil object, Lin Xuan did not dare be the slightest bit careless.
"Merge!"
Elder Hu stretched out his withered right hand and jabbed twice wildly toward the space before him. Those grayish-white masses of qi were like ten thousand streams flowing into the sea, gathering together once more.
Their color became even more deathly pale, and waves of shrill ghost howls came over. A Corpse Flood Dragon more than ten zhang long appeared.
Lin Xuan's expression turned cold. This was no mere thing resembling a flood dragon transformed from a magic treasure. Although the flood dragon's body was tattered, towering corpse qi surged out from it;