Lin Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly.
At a time like this, he naturally couldn't clash head-on with the Artifact Spirit. If he did, Lin Xuan would undoubtedly be at an inherent disadvantage.
So Lin Xuan summoned his own grayish-white mist, then concealed himself within it.
Immediately afterward, Lin Xuan transformed into a strand of grayish-white mist within the grayish-white mist and merged into it.
When the Artifact Spirit saw Lin Xuan merge into the grayish-white mist, its expression grew even uglier.
The world had already become grayish-white. Within this world, most of the colors were essentially grayish-white.
Now that Lin Xuan had transformed into a strand of grayish-white mist, he had scattered throughout the entire white world.273
Even the Artifact Spirit couldn't find Lin Xuan's location for the time being.
"Damn it!"
The Artifact Spirit roared, unwillingness in its eyes.
But the Artifact Spirit truly had no way to deal with this. Lin Xuan was simply too bizarre now.
When Lin Xuan merged into the grayish-white mist, he could actually become one with it.
From the outside, there was no way to tell which strand of grayish-white mist was the real Lin Xuan.
At this moment, the Artifact Spirit found the situation somewhat troublesome.
That was because the Artifact Spirit would have to destroy the entire white world. If it couldn't destroy the white world, then—
the difficulty of finding Lin Xuan would be immense.
But destroying the white world was the result the Artifact Spirit least wanted to see.
The Artifact Spirit had managed this white world for who knew how many days.
Qilin had even long regarded the white world as a world belonging solely to itself and cherished it greatly.
Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, the Artifact Spirit didn't want to destroy the white world.
But now, if