The incident happened so suddenly that Lin Xuan's face changed in shock. He had thought he had already brought the situation under control, never expecting such a strange turn to occur.
The flying sword's speed had reached an extreme, and with the distance between them only a few yards, Lin Xuan had no way to dodge at all.
Even teleportation might not have allowed him to escape this calamity, much less a great divine ability of that sort, which he had not mastered at all.
With a swish, every trace of blood drained from Lin Xuan's face. Of course, sitting still and waiting for death was absolutely not his style.
Lin Xuan let out a low roar, his eyes bloodred, and all the magic power in his body poured like floodwater through a broken dam into the magic treasure before him.
Without holding anything back!
The Nine Heavens Bright Moon Ring trembled violently, spiritual light shooting out as if it had substance. The two-colored barrier around his body flashed wildly, becoming even thicker and more solid.
Since he could not dodge, his only path was to withstand it head-on. Right now, Lin Xuan could only place his hopes on the defense of his lifebound magic treasure. Over all these years, he had safely weathered so many great winds and towering waves; how could he possibly fall in this inexplicable place?
The desire to live was an instinct, and besides, Lin Xuan's character had always been incomparably tenacious.
It could not quite be called a cornered beast still fighting, but at this moment, he was indeed already fighting as if staking his life.
Roar!
Lin Xuan used all his strength, but that Talisman Treasure showed not the slightest mercy either. Its momentum was like lightning, and like a meteor through drifting