Bibi Dong looked at Zhao Xuan coldly and did not answer his question.
However, Zhao Xuan let out a soft sigh. He had clearly seen the flash of light in Bibi Dong's eyes just now. She had obviously used some soul skill, yet her soul rings had not lit up. The only explanation was a soul bone—and a spiritual soul bone immune to illusions at that.
"Tsk!"
Zhao Xuan could not help clicking his tongue. This was the first time he had used an illusion, yet it had been broken so easily.
Bibi Dong's aura was cold and sharp. Dense killing intent and evil intent crashed against Zhao Xuan like waves, the chilling sensation like blades at his side, making his hair stand on end.
"Buzz!"
A series of long, low hums suddenly sounded through the air. Bibi Dong spun the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand, forming a dark purple ring. Hundreds of sharp strikes emerged and slashed toward Zhao Xuan. The attacks were so thin they were barely visible, yet after slicing through the sky, they left behind spatial cracks as fine as silken threads.
Standing in the sky, Zhao Xuan appeared exceptionally solitary before these sharp attacks. He was surrounded on all sides by the Rakshasa Demon Scythe's attacks, seemingly with nowhere to go.
"Troublesome."
Zhao Xuan glanced around with narrowed eyes and murmured softly. The attacks released by the Rakshasa Demon Scythe were indeed extraordinary. Not only could they sever space, but they could even cut through divine sense.
A faint glow flickered across Zhao Xuan's body, his long hair dancing wildly like thunder serpents.
The moment the Rakshasa Demon Scythe's attacks arrived, countless bolts of lightning appeared around Zhao Xuan out of thin air. They twisted and wound across the heavens, tightly encircling him. The