"Eh..."
Midair, Lin Baichuan saw that his slash had failed to split open the palace. His brows rose in surprise.
The next instant, icy killing intent surfaced in his eyes.
He sheathed his saber with a backhand motion. His figure flickered, wind and lightning flashing around him, and he had already crossed the sky to appear before the palace.
"Break for me!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Lin Baichuan let out a low roar and threw a fierce punch.
Since his martial cultivation could not break it open, he would simply use the power of his fleshly body.
This punch was already the strongest strike he could unleash. Even a mid-stage Immortal Emperor Realm expert would not be able to receive it lightly.
Boom... Bang...
His Fist Intent surged like a mountain flood, flashing with a thread of golden light as it slammed fiercely into the palace gates.
The violent power erupted to its limit, and the entire palace shook violently.
At the same time, a formidable force erupted and forcibly blocked Lin Baichuan's Fist Intent.
The two sides remained locked in a stalemate for nearly ten breaths. Then, with a resounding bang, the palace gates finally gave way, cracking apart inch by inch before completely vanishing.
At once.
A sinister, eerie aura surged out from within the palace.
Like rolling ice-cold Killing Intent, it transformed into countless Malevolent Ghosts and wandering souls, roaring toward Lin Baichuan like a mountain flood.
"What the hell?"
Lin Baichuan froze for a moment. He had not expected the palace to contain such a scene. This sinister and bizarre aura was completely different from the Demon Race's Demonic Aura. It was an incomparably evil yin aura, as though it could erode one's mind and soul.
The rolling sinister aura transformed into countless Malevolent Ghosts and