Lin Tian gave a soft grunt and staggered one step backward in the air.
In a head-on clash, his opponent was, after all, a cultivation realm above him and possessed profound magic power. He still fell slightly short.
The wrist gripping the Demon Emperor Sword went numb, trembling incessantly.
Fortunately, the Demon Emperor Sword was of higher quality than his opponent's treasure. Otherwise, the shock of his opponent's magic power might have injured his internal organs, forcing him to retreat while coughing up blood.
Red Pine Master was secretly startled as well. He loosened his grip on the Desolate Rain Mace slightly, easing the ache transmitted through it.
He had never seen a great unity golden immortal this powerful.
His determination to kill Lin Tian deepened further.
If he let his opponent escape today, the troubles to come would be endless.
Giving Lin Tian no chance to counterattack, he pointed a finger. The raindrops falling through the void instantly transformed, and one-origin seed water condensed into a water prison around Lin Tian.
The prison was composed entirely of one-origin heavy water. Its weight exceeded imagination, as though he were bearing an entire world.
Even Lin Tian's back bent slightly beneath it.
Red Pine Master gave another sharp cry, raised the Desolate Rain Mace, and brought it down toward his head.
The Desolate Rain Mace howled with the power of wind and rain. If it struck, his skull would likely explode on the spot.
Moreover, it contained a dark, chilling power that directly countered Lin Tian's spirit vine true form. Even with the Thirty-Six Plus Seventy-Two Transformations, changing back again would take considerable effort.
Red Pine Master felt certain this strike would succeed.
Yet just as he was savoring his triumph, he suddenly saw a gleam of cunning flash through Lin