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Three colors kept swirling, enveloping the demonified claws. The magical shadows of Huajǐ were indistinct; it was unclear what technique they used, but despite their not being particularly powerful, they seemed like parasitic worms.

However, no matter how much hatred Lin Xuan felt towards the ancient demon, at this moment, he and Huajǐ were one soul in two bodies, akin to ants on a string. The saying 'sharing the same dantian' meant that if his opponent fell, his fate would not be much better. Thus, he had no choice but to do as such.

Life or death hung by a thread. The ancient demon was taken aback and showed signs of surprise on its face. In battle, one must know when to advance and retreat; the choices made by this ancient demon seemed flawless from the surface.

Puff, puff, puff—Lin Xuan's ears were still ringing with the sounds. Within just a breath, he had already struck hundreds, if not thousands, of punches.

Not only did his chest and abdomen take hits, but even his face mask was targeted; only his eyes revealed a small arc-shaped opening.

However, the ancient demon showed no signs of surprise. After seeing the Heavenly Phoenix Divine Eyes, Huajǐ had guessed that Lin Xuan would have the ability to demonify.

"Brat, die!" Lin Xuan's right hand transformed into sharp phoenix claws. The war armor also changed at the same time, with holes in the fingertips allowing his sharp nails to protrude.

Thoughts raced through his mind, but something unexpected happened. Roar!

Otherwise, if they had joined forces, even he would have found it very troublesome.

The hard shield's surface left imprints of punches. Since embarking on the path of cultivation, Lin Xuan's experiences were unique; his strength and powers far surpassed those of his peers at the same stage. Challenging higher ranks was like a daily routine for him, but this was the first time he had been so heavily outmatched by an equal.

The ancient demon's punches became increasingly swift and ruthless, while Wangting Lou was blocked by several demonic shadows from its opponent, leaving no hands to aid Lin Xuan effectively.

Breaking them one by one was worth it. As the claws and fists were about to touch, suddenly, a dazzling array of five colors flashed around Lin Xuan.

The ancient demon felt a sense of fear but quickly showed resolve in his eyes. Foolish boy, even if you try to dodge now, it's too late.

"Eh, War Armor Technique!" Rumble!

Swinging his arms, he punched with the wind, and the attacks did not weaken; instead, they became more ferocious.

Shattering and fusing again was akin to having an immortal body. However, what drew the most attention were his arm war armors.

Thinking that relying on a mere War Armor Technique could turn the tide in front of his Heavenly Essence Demon Ancestor? The three-colored flames were as beautiful as flowers, but he sensed extreme danger within them.

The disparity in strength was significant; Lin Xuan had no chance to retaliate. Crackling sounds filled his ears. Truly, it was no wonder that a demon ancestor from the upper realm could not be underestimated even with a fragment of its soul.

With this boy's final defense broken, his death sentence was sealed. Five-colored spiritual light flashed, and his right hand transformed into sharp claws.

Heavenly retribution, one may still survive; self-inflicted doom, let me send you to the underworld. He dared not risk his life with such uncertainty.

However, the scholar's face was filled with resentment and hatred. This

"Fierce Heaven Demon Fire" was not a technique he could use at will; it was an accidental gain from the upper realm. There was only one of it, and using even a little would reduce its power.

Lin Xuan indeed appeared panicked, but upon closer inspection, there was a hint of mockery in his eyes. The victor is the last to laugh. The ancient demon's strength might not be weak, but he seemed too overconfident—treating him like an inexperienced rookie?

Opening his mouth, he spat out purple-red demonic flames. Could it be that the opponent had been feigning weakness all along, trying to lure him into a trap.

In his heart, he cursed endlessly. The design of this armor was meticulous.

Despite the surprise, his expression remained calm. A beautiful flame emerged from Lin Xuan's palm.

This boy was indeed more cunning than expected; in such circumstances, he had hidden a backup plan. However, turning the tables would not be that easy. If this was his sole reliance, he still faced defeat.

Silent and unassuming, but his face showed signs of strangeness. The ancient demon's pupils constricted for some reason; when he saw this flame, an inexplicable warning arose in his heart.

The ancient demon raised its ugly face with surprise, but there was no time to delve deeper now.

Of course, it was just a facade. Each time the shield was shattered, the ancient demon's expression grew more grim. Clearly, this technique inflicted significant harm on him. But at that moment, he could not afford to think much; he had to use all his strength to kill Lin Xuan first.

With a sudden movement, the large fist enveloped everything. The punches were as dense as raindrops, aiming to swallow Lin Xuan whole like a snake.

But it was too late to change tactics now. A magnificent set of armor appeared on its body, tightly wrapping him.

It was none other than the Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens Technique's technique. Even if he used拟妖术, how could his body's resilience compare to their holy race?

Like a copper gong being broken, mournful sounds filled the air as the shield shrank and flew off diagonally. The ancient demon's face was filled with excitement; its black fist doubled in size, exuding immense pressure that left everyone nearby trembling.

But it wasn't enough to obstruct his vision. He had just separated from a small entity, lacking experience, so he did this—almost like suicide.

Puff, puff, the sounds of the black war armor's spiritual light flickering continued.

Despite its strength, the Black Dragon Shield eventually had its limits. You have a backup; can I be slaughtered at will? Lin Xuan's chest was blurry as the white-faced scholar's face reappeared.

Even if it were a trap, what could an ordinary human realm cultivator do to him, having just entered the separation stage?

Lin Xuan's expression showed a mix of shock and anger, seemingly struggling to hold on. Such things might not be rare in the spirit realm, but hadn't the armor-casting techniques been lost long ago in this world?

Blatant show-off! A loud noise echoed as the claws clashed with the ancient demon's fist. The force created terrifying gusts of wind that rippled outwards, leaving everyone nearby trembling.

Lin Xuan's declining situation seemed irrecoverable.

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