Meanwhile, elsewhere.
With the help of the Azure Phantom Nether Fire, Lin Xuan had annihilated the three monsters with the force of crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood.
He looked at the Corpse Demon's Spirit Division in his hand. Lin Xuan tightened his five fingers, and with a flash of spiritual light, reduced it to gray smoke as well. Only then did he turn his head and survey the surrounding battle.
At this glance, he could not help but sigh softly.
Although the remaining Corpse Beasts were only first or second rank, each one was fierce and unafraid of death, and their divine abilities were strange to the extreme. The three Core Condensation Realm cultivators were certainly somewhat higher in cultivation, but in such a pressing moment, they simply could not secure victory.
If things continued at this pace, deciding the outcome would not be a matter of a single morning or evening. Lin Xuan had no time to wait here slowly.
In any case, they could be counted as companions, so Lin Xuan naturally would not stand by with folded arms.
He reached out and slapped the back of his head, and a streak of black light shot out from his mouth.
It spun around with a drip-drop whirl; it was a palm-sized Magic Banner.
Since he had appeared under the identity of a ghost cultivator, naturally using the Beast Soul Banner would be a bit more handy. Although this treasure had been refined by Yue'er, master and servant were connected by a Blood Pact, so when Lin Xuan used it, he could likewise bring out its full ten-tenths divine ability.
With a light beckon, the Beast Soul Banner had already fallen into his palm. Afterward, without Lin Xuan making any visible move, he merely poured magic power