"Hm?"
Lu Xuan raised a brow slightly, a flash of purple light passing through his eyes. He had clearly sensed the anomaly in the ground below as well.
Yet Lu Xuan's expression remained as steady as still water, undisturbed by any ripple. The Wind Fire Blade in his hand erupted with blazing purple flames in an instant, surging fiercely upward.
The next moment, Lu Xuan stood silently in midair, utterly motionless.
Yet his right arm had already lifted high, then lightly swung toward the Primordial Spirit phantom in the distance.
Wherever the Wind Fire Blade passed, space was set ablaze by scorching purple flames, waves of heat rolling outward.
The purple flames upon the blade seemed alive. With a howl, they surged forth and lunged at the old woman's Primordial Spirit phantom opposite him.
Seeing this, the old woman's Primordial Spirit phantom could only watch helplessly as the terrifying purple flames came flooding toward her. At last, she let out an angry, unwilling cry.
"You little bastard, you're courting death!"
That hoarse, heart-rending roar seemed pale and powerless beneath the overwhelming assault of the purple flames.
In the blink of an eye, the old woman's Primordial Spirit phantom could no longer resist and was engulfed by the rolling waves of purple fire.
The purple flames radiated searing heat, gradually devouring the old woman's Primordial Spirit phantom.
After finishing all this, Lu Xuan had somehow already arrived before the three White Lotus Nightmare Flowers on the ground.
The White Lotus Nightmare Flower in the middle had quietly opened a small slit after devouring the old man's flesh and blood, like an unfathomably deep black abyss.
Within the faintly visible depths of its stamen, dim blood-colored light flickered. Space rippled with subtle disturbances, as though a mysterious void tunnel led toward some