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第两千五百八十三章 同归于尽

After carefully weighing the pros and cons, he decided to attempt breaking through his cultivation bottleneck with the Flame Soulimpact technique. After all, compared to the risks involved, the benefits of advancing to a mid-stage cultivator were almost beyond description.

Indeed, the entire process was far smoother than expected. He was just about to succeed when he encountered Zhaohang and was interrupted, thus failing at the last moment, leaving him with an eternal regret.

It was clear how much the Elder Immortal Xuanbing hated this notorious monster of the demon realm. He would have gladly torn out its soul and spirit to satisfy his hatred.

However, despite his resolve, breaking through his cultivation stage had left him severely weakened, unable even to defeat Zhaohang's mere avatar. With only a century or so left in his lifespan, it was no longer worth considering.

From the perspective of ordinary humans, this might be considered a long life, but for a cultivator at his current stage, it was merely an instant. He knew that he would not survive the next trial of essence energy, and there was no way he could escape it.

In short, even if he managed to escape now, in a hundred years, he would turn into nothing more than bones. Why bother living another few decades? He might as well fight this monster to the death.

With the saying "Even if it costs me my life, I will dare to pull down the emperor," he could at least avenge his humiliation!

Thus, when Zhaohang questioned him, he remained extremely calm. This was an opportunity hard-won; there was no way he would be afraid and give up.

His cultivation path had been shattered by this monster, so he couldn't let it go easily. Provoking him would only bring about a heavy price.

Elder Immortal Xuanbing's resolve was firm, ignoring Zhaohang's pleas. At that moment, the threats and inducements were useless; revenge was his sole obsession.

The sound of the incantation grew more urgent. The demonic aura around his body became so intense it seemed to be about to explode.

Seeing that persuasion was futile, Zhaohang finally panicked. Fear flashed in his eyes as he struggled wildly.

Roar!

The deafening roar shook the heavens and earth. Claw after claw rained down on the ice wolf, each one tearing through space. Despite Xuanbing's formidable body, the attacks left him bleeding profusely.

Zhaohang was far from satisfied. Black light flickered as his neck stretched like a snake, opening its blood-filled maw to bite the ice wolf's throat. It then struggled desperately to tear it apart.

"Release me, you fool. Come with this old demon to the Netherworld."

Such terrifying attacks could shatter heaven and earth effortlessly. Although Xuanbing was a powerful demon of late-stage cultivation, he was barely hanging on. His eyes glowed with intense malice as he laughed.

The raging demonic aura finally transformed into a storm. This secret technique burned his life force and soul, surpassing even a simple self-explosion in power. Zhaohang's avatar was trapped by countless tentacles, leaving no room to dodge. This should be enough to ensure his death.

Xuanbing had already fallen the moment he released the secret technique. His injuries were too severe; it was only his willpower that kept him alive until then. So when the secret technique was unleashed, he smiled and died, waiting for Zhaohang in the underworld.

Roar!

The deafening roar echoed through the air as Zhaohang's eyes glowed with madness. Dark demonic runes burst from his body, indicating he was about to use some powerful spell.

But before he could do so, he was swallowed by the storm of demonic aura.

Meanwhile, Lin Xuan was several thousand miles away. He fully utilized his concealment technique while extending his divine awareness as far as possible.

Suddenly, his expression changed, revealing extreme shock. Without hesitation, he slowed down and redirected his path towards the ground.

A flash of light, and Lin Xuan fell like a comet, crashing to the ground with a loud thud. He then took a deep breath, and the greenish aura around him turned earthy yellow.

Although Lin Xuan's spirit root wasn't one of the five elements, due to various coincidences, his essence energy possessed all five elemental qualities, allowing him to switch between them at will.

At this moment, he was as vulnerable as an earth cultivator. With a flick of his wrist, pale yellow light erupted from his hands, and he burrowed into the ground like a mole.

This was a high-level earth concealment technique.

Lin Xuan performed it because he sensed the immense danger far away. He ignored Xuanbing's gaze but saw everything clearly.

The scene inside was filled with determination to die rather than surrender.

Thus, this attack was no trivial matter; Xuanbing either intended to self-destruct or use a life-burning secret technique.

In any case, it would be incredibly powerful, and Lin Xuan was determined not to face such a threat.

During their battle in the air, he had used his earth concealment technique. The devastating power of this attack would spread outwards in all directions.

While the deeper underground faced some danger, it was relatively safer. Lin Xuan's extensive experience with magical battles made him realize that most cultivators might not have chosen such a decisive action.

Lin Xuan's earth concealment technique was incredibly subtle; even thick soil or hard rock could not impede him. In just a few breaths, he had reached the depths of ten thousand feet underground. However, his face showed no sign of relief.

As they say, seeing is believing. Only by witnessing it firsthand can one truly understand how terrifying late-stage cultivators are—capable of shattering heaven and earth with a single strike, let alone such an attack that sacrifices life for power.

Any carelessness could lead to eternal destruction. Therefore, despite being several thousand miles away from the explosion's center, Lin Xuan still hesitated not to deploy his strongest defensive treasure.

With a flick of his sleeve, a faint greenish light shone as a small, flat object emerged from his sleeve—a writing brush-shaped treasure.

At first glance, it seemed unremarkable. However, upon closer inspection, its ancient design and intricate floral patterns revealed its extraordinary nature.

A fresh ink scent wafted through the air.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath, activating the Treasure Core Technique within him. With a seemingly slow but actually rapid movement, he pointed his finger forward.

As he moved, the surface of the writing brush glowed with essence energy before spinning rapidly!

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