Unfortunately, Lin Xuan's aura was also extremely terrifying. In the blink of an eye, the aura around Lin Xuan underwent a considerable change.
The grayish-white mist was still churning.
As the grayish-white mist churned, one terrifying grayish-white hand after another continuously rose from the ground.
These grayish-white hands charged at the shadowy hand and clashed with it.
Although some of the hands were terrifying, they still could not destroy the grayish-white hands instantly.
They were held back by the grayish-white hands.
"I really didn't expect that you could become stronger again."
A trace of surprise appeared in the shadowy hand's voice once more.
But after the surprise, the shadowy hand's power became even more terrifying than before.
This shadowy hand was extremely strange, and extremely terrifying.
It could actually continue becoming stronger just like Lin Xuan.
Only now could Lin Xuan see that the shadowy hand had never brought out its strongest power from beginning to end.
Only after Lin Xuan's power became stronger would the shadowy hand bring out power stronger than Lin Xuan's to suppress him.
It had to be said.
This shadowy hand was truly terrifying, and its terror was accompanied by mystery.
Lin Xuan's gaze grew slightly solemn. This was not a good thing for him. Lin Xuan took a deep breath.
Grayish-white mist continuously gathered around Lin Xuan.
At present, Lin Xuan's only hope was this grayish-white mist. As long as he could fill the Ninth Layer Palace with grayish-white mist, Lin Xuan was confident that he could remain undefeated.
One terrifying surge of grayish-white power after another spread from Lin Xuan's body, then transformed into grayish-white mist throughout the Ninth Layer Palace.
Within the Ninth Layer Palace, grayish-white hands continuously condensed. These grayish-white hands repeatedly charged toward the shadowy hand.
They bought him time.