With a flap of the Wind Thunder Wings, Lin Baichuan appeared bizarrely before Qing Xue, the seven-tailed fox Demon Venerable, in the next instant.
His speed was practically teleportation.
The eerie sudden appearance caught Qing Xue off guard. Her expression changed drastically, and she instinctively struck out with her palm.
But at that moment, a strand of Blade Qi erupted, draping over her like a silken ribbon.
It was Lin Baichuan, who had already slashed out ahead of time.
Dao Art: World Burying Three Blades.
The blade light blazed brilliantly, effortlessly shattering Qing Xue's attack and tearing through her defenses. Qing Xue was sent flying by a single slash.
However, just as Lin Baichuan intended to press onward and kill Qing Xue completely, the other Alien Race powerhouses around them all moved.
All kinds of attacks swept in like a mountain flood, their powerful impact surging in every direction.
The skies all around twisted at that moment, rippling layer upon layer.
"Hmph!"
Lin Baichuan merely snorted coldly in disdain. With a thought, dazzling golden light flashed, and a golden bell formed instantly, blocking every attack.
His protective golden bell had already been cultivated to perfection. The might of a high-grade Dao Art was unimaginably terrifying.
Not to mention these people—even if there were ten times as many, Lin Baichuan was confident he could withstand them.
What was more, this was far from his only Dao Art.
Rumble... Bang...
The terrifying attacks crashed down, shattering the heavens. Attacks sufficient to severely wound any Dao Comprehension Third Realm expert could not harm Lin Baichuan in the slightest.
They did not even affect Lin Baichuan's speed at all.
Wind and lightning flickered around him. With a flash, he immediately gave chase after Qing Xue.
That damned fox had to die. Otherwise, how could