He stretched out a hand and hammered hard at his chest. A mouthful of black blood sprayed from his body, and after the skeleton absorbed it, blazing Netherfire flared in its eye sockets. Stranger still, with his vital blood leaving his body, the man did not weaken; instead, an eerie flush rose on his face, as if losing so much magic power had somehow made him feel much better.
Hidden in the sky, Lin Xuan shook his head inwardly, pity showing on his face. The power of this cultivation art was indeed no small matter, but it was far too tyrannical and evil. The hidden dangers it left behind were probably enough to make one's heart tremble.
Still, since the other party's cultivation had soared, he was in no hurry to act. He would watch the situation first.
In the blink of an eye, the black fireball had already come killing up before them. The skeleton showed no fear at all. Amid an ugly, strange cackle, it opened its great mouth and spat out a cloud of murky yellow mist.
Lin Xuan's eyes narrowed. That mist was actually made up of countless tiny grains of sand, and in an instant, it collided with the demonic fire.
Water could overcome fire, and sand and earth were the same. The demonic fire was immediately wrapped up by countless grains of sand. For a short time, at least, it could no longer run rampant.
"Swift!"
The man pointed a finger at the skeleton, and those grains of sand gathered together, turning into a strange python as thick as the mouth of a bowl. It opened its huge mouth and swallowed the leading Corpse Crow in one gulp.
This was the highest-ranked among the monsters, its cultivation already no less than that of a