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第一千七百九十四章 轻松灭敌

His movements were swift, but the reactions of the two Fáng Yīn cultivators behind him were noticeably slower. Although they managed to retreat, they were ensnared by the insect cloud.

"Ahh!" The piercing screams filled his ears. At such close range, there was no time for them to summon their treasures; their protective aura was easily broken through. Every inch of their bodies was covered in demonic insects from head to toe.

The sensation was indescribable, but it was certainly a living hell. The torment was akin to having one's soul and essence torn apart.

In just a few breaths, the screams became fainter until they were barely audible. Then, with a loud explosion, the two Core Formation cultivators chose to self-destruct simultaneously.

The power of their self-destruction was formidable, and countless Bloodfire Ants turned into dust. However, this number was insignificant compared to the vast scale of their enemies. The remaining demonic insects showed no fear or regard for death; they continued to swarm the cultivators like a horde of bees.

Everyone had already been terrified, and none anticipated such an outcome. Originally, these cultivators were seasoned veterans, but in the face of such terrifying demonic insects, they lacked the will to fight on.

A thought flashed through his mind as he sent out a mental command.

"Buzz."

The Bloodfire Ants flew back like a whale sucking water, their white light flickering before retreating into the Ten Thousand Souls Tower. The Core Formation then opened its mouth and emitted a burst of light, shrinking the treasure before swallowing it whole.

The red-haired old man's brows furrowed as his expression fluctuated with uncertainty. He understood his situation well; he knew that if this continued, he would eventually meet his end. Why had the other suddenly stopped?

Was there a trap?

His thoughts raced, but he didn't dwell on it too much. The enemy was far more formidable than expected, and this insect control technique alone had him pinned down.

With all his disciples defeated, he felt intense hatred, but he knew that staying here would only bring him harm.

The saying went: "A gentleman seeks revenge; ten years is not too long." For now, he needed to preserve his life before seeking his revenge later.

With this plan in mind, he glared at Lin Xuan and then shot off to the left with a burst of energy.

Lin Xuan showed no surprise or alarm. He had anticipated such a reaction from him.

With a flick of his hands, he vanished without a trace—no Nine Heaven Microstep, but instant teleportation. As an Core Formation cultivator, this secret technique was easy for him to use.

Several flashes later, he arrived in front of the old man and blocked his path.

"Suicide!"

The red-haired old man roared. The other's actions seemed mocking; did they really think he was made of paper? He had never been so arrogant as a sect leader, but without the demonic insects, he should not be underestimated.

With this thought, he flicked his sleeves and hurled two golden wheel-shaped treasures at Lin Xuan with all his might.

A loud buzzing filled the air. The power of this treasure was undoubtedly formidable.

A mere Core Formation cultivator—how could they possibly handle it?

The old man's thoughts were filled with malice as he poured his energy into the treasure, ready for a decisive strike.

Lin Xuan smiled and ignored the terrifying attack. With a wave of his hand, a light enveloped his palm, and an egg-sized flame rose from it.

Though small, this volume was terrifying when compared to the size of a Core Formation cultivator.

"Buzz..."

As if a sea breeze had blown over him, Lin Xuan leaned back and threw the flame with all his might. The Illusory Spirit Heaven Fire traced a beautiful arc and collided directly with the other's treasure.

The old man's anger surged as he faced this full-force attack from the other. They didn't even bother to summon their treasures; just releasing a ball of fire? He had never seen such arrogance before.

In his fury, he injected all his energy into the treasure, but the other's foolish behavior was suicidal.

From another angle, it was an unprecedented opportunity—how could he miss it?

The golden wheel became increasingly radiant as it absorbed the old man's energy. The space seemed to distort slightly, showcasing its power.

However, in the next moment, the old man was shocked.

A sizzling sound echoed, and a blue light burst from the flame. A layer of frost instantly formed on the treasure's surface before it was completely frozen over.

This wasn't the end; the flame turned gray and pounced onto the treasure. The prideful golden wheel began to visibly deteriorate.

"Spit!"

A mouthful of blood erupted as he lost his life force-bound treasure, causing him injury. However, his eyes showed disbelief—what kind of demonic fire was this? How could its power be so formidable?

Illusory Spirit Heaven Fire!

With just one move, it could sweep through the same rank. This was why Lin Xuan had no qualms about sending out a second Core Formation to face the enemy.

Protected by such demonic flames, even a peak Core Formation cultivator would only flee in fear. A mere mid-stage cultivator held no significance for him.

"Suicide!"

He pointed his finger forward as the Illusory Spirit Heaven Fire changed again. It flickered and transformed into a dozen-meter-long demonic insect, its body red like sunset clouds.

Its flat shape was unmistakably that of a Black Water Leech.

However, this wasn't just a simple transformation; the soul of the Black Water Leech had truly been refined within the Illusory Spirit Heaven Fire.

The large insect's appearance alone was terrifying. A hiss echoed as it shot out a red mist from its mouth.

No, not a mist—it consisted of numerous flickering liquid-red dots that continued to shimmer.

It resembled the Blood Siphoning God Mist but with greater purity. After being refined by the Illusory Spirit Heaven Fire, this technique would have even stronger effects.

Soon, the eerie red mist enveloped the old man. With a wave, he was completely covered.

The old man's expression turned pale as he flailed his hands like butterflies. A thick light barrier appeared before him.

But it was useless; the mist seemed to have permeability, easily penetrating the defensive barrier.

"What kind of spell is this?"

The old man was terrified as the red mist enveloped his body and skin quickly dried up.

"Bang!"

A muffled sound echoed as he chose to self-destruct. Unfortunately, the Blood Mist absorbed not only life force but also some of his essence.

With little essence left in his meridians, the effect was minimal. When the light dissipated, only a Core Formation cultivator remained suspended in mid-air!

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