Before the two of them wielded such terrifying power, the difference between them was not very great.
Moreover, this was A Sheng's home turf, so for a time, A Sheng fought skillfully, and the battle remained fiercely contested.
However, as time passed, Lin Xuan's fists gradually suppressed A Sheng. No matter how A Sheng struggled, his golden spear was still somewhat weaker than Lin Xuan's fists.
Before Lin Xuan's fists,
even when A Sheng fought back with all his might, it still had little effect. He remained firmly suppressed by Lin Xuan.
A Sheng's expression was extremely ugly at this moment.
"Just a little beast, yet his strength is actually this terrifying."
Astonishing flames burned in A Sheng's eyes as he used every method at his disposal.
But he was still no match for Lin Xuan. He could not suppress Lin Xuan; instead, as time passed, he was being suppressed more and more deeply.
At this point, A Sheng knew very well that if he could not resolve this predicament,
it would not be long before he was completely suppressed. Once that happened, it would be the moment of his death.
Once Lin Xuan suppressed him, the gray-white mist within the Eighth Layer Palace would grow denser and denser.
When the gray-white mist filled every part of the Eighth Layer Palace, no matter how strong A Sheng was, he would be unable to escape from the vast expanse of gray-white mist.
Therefore, A Sheng knew very well that he had to suppress Lin Xuan. Only by suppressing Lin Xuan could he suppress the gray-white mist.
A Sheng roared repeatedly and unleashed his strongest power. Unfortunately, even after using his full strength, that power still amounted to nothing before Lin Xuan.
Soon, A Sheng was being suppressed more and more miserably