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第一千八百八十九章 林轩的空间神通

Chapter 1889: Lin Xuan's Spatial Divine Power

The four individuals stood in silence, exchanging glances before following without hesitation.

They weren't fools; the situation had clearly changed. The teleportation point was moving within a certain range and appearing at different locations each time—had Senior Lin discovered something? Overjoyed, they didn’t dare to slack off as their遁光 (flying light) raced like lightning, pushing them to their maximum speed.

They moved swiftly, like meteors chasing the moon. In just a short while, they had flown several thousand miles. The surroundings remained desolate, with similar scenery all around.

Lin Xuan slowed his flying light and stopped.

After a moment, the Four Friends of Yanshan arrived as well. They didn’t catch their breath; instead, they lifted their heads to scan the area, then each showed signs of excitement.

Just ten paces ahead, the space was originally dark, but upon closer inspection, it differed from its surroundings. A faint spatial波动 (disturbance) could be sensed there.

It was indeed a spatial disturbance—there was no mistake about that. Just as throwing a stone into water creates ripples, these waves spread outwards, signaling the imminent appearance of an exit.

All five sighed with relief. The long wait had been agonizing, but they would soon leave this place.

Their attention turned to the source of the disturbances.

However, as time passed, the teleportation point didn’t activate. The spatial波动 seemed sealed off by something, and its intensity was continuously weakening in cycles.

The expressions on everyone’s faces grew grim.

In the minds of the Four Friends of Yanshan, a bad omen emerged.

Could it be…

Senior Lin had mentioned that other teleportation points had vanished. This situation wasn’t an instant occurrence but rather part of a gradual process.

Just as they exchanged glances, a thunderous sound echoed from afar. The noise was so loud that words couldn’t describe its magnitude; the entire sky turned pale and the ground trembled violently.

A sharp scream pierced their ears. Lin Xuan remained calm, but the Four Friends of Yanshan nearly lost balance mid-air in shock. They quickly activated their protective membranes.

A dark beam of light appeared before them, far away, appearing as a faint shadow. Its direction was towards where Lin Xuan had encountered the yin spirit fissure. Considering its distance, this was terrifying.

The other party had said that they wanted to conquer the entire interface, serving as a catalyst for interdimensional warfare. Although the East Sea was weak, it couldn’t be conquered by just eight or nine玄期 (spirit realm) beings leading a group of wandering ghosts and spirits.

They were merely vanguards. This thought made Lin Xuan shudder.

How would that group of sea creatures fare? Apart from two powerful玄期 (spirit realm) beings who had a chance to escape, the others’ chances of survival were bleak unless they possessed some hidden secret techniques like his own.

As he pondered, the entire island might be searched and cleansed by yin spirits. Regardless of whether one was human or sea creature, those unable to escape would inevitably face their demise.

Lin Xuan’s expression turned grim as he decided there was no other choice. While this approach lacked certainty, it was better than waiting passively for death.

He raised his hand, and the Illusory Heavenly Fire appeared in his palm, its surface shimmering with a striking radiance.

"Quickly!"

With a finger strike, four different-colored琉璃 (crystal) shards emerged, transforming into a dozen or so one-foot-long dragons. The surrounding yin winds rushed towards them furiously.

However, the dragon’s size didn’t increase; instead, it seemed more violent and arrogant than before.

The Four Friends of Yanshan watched in confusion, unsure what Lin Xuan intended. They couldn’t help but feel hesitant to interfere or speak out.

But their eyes held hope—after all, Lin Xuan had created many miracles just now. He was their main source of confidence; their fate rested on him.

Lin Xuan’s expression turned tense as he raised his right hand and forcefully struck downwards.

The dragon suddenly surged forward, then lunged towards the spatial disturbance.

Blue light flickered, creating an unbelievable scene. The space twisted, torn apart by coldness, seemingly shattering.

"What…?"

The Four Friends of Yanshan were shocked. They knew Lin Xuan was powerful but not to this extent; their eyes turned into expressions of awe. As they say, one who hasn’t seen a pig running can only imagine it—was that spatial technique?

Their admiration was indescribable. Everyone understood the difficulty of spatial divine power—it was among the most mysterious and powerful spells.

Impressive.

Hope blossomed in their hearts as Lin Xuan didn’t disappoint them. Or perhaps, he wouldn’t miss this opportunity. The island had become a cage; Lin Xuan wasn’t willing to die at the hands of yin spirits and ghosts.

Lin Xuan raised his right hand again, revealing an ancient-looking spear in his palm. He infused mana into it, its surface covered with intricate patterns as if something was brought back to life. Ancient symbols appeared, and Lin Xuan didn’t hesitate; he needed to unleash all the power of this treasure to create a new vitality.

Those were beast texts, increasing in number. Suddenly, they formed a circle, revealing an eerie and ingenious array before him.

A smile crossed Lin Xuan’s face as he raised his right hand again, swinging the spear down forcefully.

A crescent-shaped light blade appeared in his vision.

Compared to previous attacks, it was incomparable; for within this blade lay tiny spatial arrays. They contained formidable mana—or rules.

Although just a trace, they were indeed from the spatial realm.

The attack struck the unstable void with a缓实急 (slowly fast) motion, following the Illusory Heavenly Fire.

Sizzle…

Space shattered visibly before their eyes as a half-foot-long spatial gap appeared. Lin Xuan was elated, his right hand swinging repeatedly, creating more light waves while focusing on infusing mana into the Illusory Heavenly Fire.

The fate of this battle hung in the balance.

Finally, the sizzling sound grew louder as the fissure expanded rapidly within moments, reaching a diameter of several feet.

However, it remained dark and bottomless, with an unknown pressure emanating from inside.

The teleportation point had opened, but in such a manner that it was highly unstable. Entering would involve some risk.

But Lin Xuan hesitated little; staying here meant certain death.

There were always ways out when taking risks. Everyone understood the choices at hand.

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