Yet matters were not so simple. Lin Xuan appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was actually quite uneasy. He had not yet refined this Talisman Treasure, so using it now was truly somewhat forced.
But things had already come to this. He could only brace himself and press on.
"Go!"
Lin Xuan pointed at Little Sword, and the sword instantly shot out with astonishing spiritual light, transforming into a dazzling, vicious streak that slashed fiercely toward his opponent.
The Corpse Infant's expression turned grave. The light-figure reached out, clenched its fist, and hammered its chest hard, then opened its mouth and spat out a wisp of corpse qi.
That corpse qi was only as thick as a pinky finger, yet it was completely different from before. It was actually pure black, and it transformed into a small ghost-headed fork that met the Talisman Treasure head-on.
The two collided in midair, yet without the slightest sound, seeming strange to the extreme.
For a time, they seemed locked in a stalemate.
Lin Xuan and the light-figure both remained motionless, constantly shifting hand incantations as they controlled the magical treasures on their respective sides.
Soon, the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed.
Lin Xuan was still all right. Although his magical power was being rapidly consumed, with his cultivation, he could still hold on for several times longer. The Corpse Infant, however, appeared more and more agitated.
There was no other reason. This secret art of conjuring a false body already greatly damaged his vitality, and now he was being forced to drive his innate corpse qi as well. Even if he won, his own end would not be much better.
His gaze flickered uncertainly. He was already planning to look for an opening and