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第两千六百二十二章 秘术的威力

Tiaomu's eyes widened in shock.

As a true spirit existing since the ancient times, he was not only familiar with this secret technique; during the last Three Realms War, he had even personally experienced it.

If its main body were to descend upon the Spirit Realm now, a mere meteor fire rain would be nothing to fear. With his domain, he could easily neutralize the current threat.

However, this time, it wasn't the main body; the avatar's cultivation was only at the early stage of tribulation breakthrough, making it impossible for him to possess a domain.

That meteor fire rain couldn't be underestimated.

As one of the most terrifying secret techniques among the Five Elements spells, it already posed a threat to his current avatar existence.

Frustrated!

How many "surprises" was this Lin boy going to bring? A mere mid-stage distraction could actually instantly cast an ancient powerful secret technique. Could it be that he was using that small鼎-shaped treasure in front of him?

Tiaomu thought viciously.

True spirits' lifespans were no less than those of human cultivators, and their extensive experiences made them akin to knowledgeable scholars.

Without a domain, the meteor fire rain would bring significant danger.

Moreover, this spell had an effect that locked its target's qi mechanism; while it wasn't impossible to avoid once locked, the difficulty would be greatly increased.

Given the urgency of time, he wouldn't have much time to dodge!

The only choice was to endure it head-on!

Aaah!

The immense roar entered his ears.

In an instant, Tiaomu's eyes turned completely blood red. His aura surged, and his body expanded at an unbelievable speed.

Originally, Tiaomu’s body was no more than dozens of feet long, but now it had grown ten times larger, transforming into a monster over nine hundred feet in length.

From afar, he resembled a rugged mountain peak.

Lin Xuan, despite his combat experience, was still surprised by this transformation.

What was the point of getting bigger?

He couldn't see any benefit to it; for beings like them, strength wasn’t related to body size. In fact, growing larger would only make him an even more obvious target in such a situation.

Had Tiaomu’s head been broken?

The thought flashed through his mind before he shook his head, dismissing it.

Who was Tiaomu?

One of the Four Fiends of the Demon Realm.

A true spirit that had lived for over a million years.

His combat experience compared to Lin Xuan's wasn't weaker; how could this seemingly foolish act make sense?

There must be some meaning behind this move.

Although Lin Xuan didn’t know, his instincts sensed danger.

However, he didn’t have time to think further and couldn’t change his tactics either. He poured more magical power into the Spirit Refinement Cauldron, making the meteor fire rain even stronger.

The outcome was now in the balance!

Indeed, saying so might be a bit exaggerated, but Lin Xuan had placed too much hope on this treasure. With no other effective means to counter Tiaomu, he could only rely on it.

After all, Tiaomu was at the tribulation breakthrough stage; even if he summoned Little Furball, its flawed domain wouldn’t be of much use.

Instead, it might expose his little companion, and Lin Xuan harbored doubts about Little Furball’s true nature. It was best not to reveal him in public, as doing so could bring great danger.

All this happened in the blink of an eye.

Tiaomu opened his blood-red maw, spewing out several light balls each seven or eight feet wide.

These light balls grew rapidly upon encountering the wind.

Their color was pitch black with red electric arcs swirling around them.

A fierce and ominous aura emanated from them.

Then these light balls trembled slightly before shooting upwards with long trails of flame. At first glance, they resembled Lin Xuan's meteor fire rain.

What kind of spell was this?

Lin Xuan was surprised; could Tiaomu be so powerful?

However, he noticed that as Tiaomu cast this strange demonic technique, his eyes showed signs of fatigue, and his aura weakened significantly.

It seemed this power couldn’t be used随意 by a tribulation breakthrough beast. If Lin Xuan’s guess was correct, it likely had some connection to its true essence.

Before his thoughts could fully form, the earth shook with a loud explosion. The sound was so powerful that it defied description.

Space trembled violently; at that moment, the world seemed on the brink of collapse and destruction.

Within a hundred miles, no, a thousand miles, everything was affected by the blast’s aftermath, like a destructive gale sweeping across, turning anything in its path to nothingness.

Lin Xuan and Tiaomu were exceptions. The fierce winds around them were intense, but they seemed oblivious to it all.

Frustrated!

Lin Xuan's gaze fixed on Tiaomu.

Despite the meteor fire rain not being completely blocked, he still managed to stop it.

Tiaomu’s expression was also tense; what mattered was the result. Regardless of how things unfolded, this secret technique had failed to achieve its intended effect.

Lin Xuan's face darkened to an extreme degree.

Tiaomu’s demeanor wasn’t much better.

To block the meteor fire rain, he had paid a significant price.

This damn little guy forced him into such a situation.

But now, he was at his last breath. He didn't know how Lin Xuan managed to cast the meteor fire rain, but daring to delve into ancient secrets at mid-stage distraction was too naive!

Or perhaps foolish.

The effort of casting it left him with almost no magical power.

Without magic, cultivators were like beasts stripped of their claws, barely different from ordinary humans.

Heaven’s wrath could be endured; self-inflicted punishment couldn’t. This Lin boy would become his plaything. He wouldn't let him die easily; he wanted to make him suffer before death. Only then could he erase the hatred in his heart.

Tiaomu thought viciously, but suddenly, his eyes widened.

He saw Lin Xuan's sleeve glow with a spiritual light, and he now held an exquisite white jade bottle in his hand.

It wasn't exactly a treasure; it was just a plain white jade bottle typically used to store elixirs of immortality.

Lin Xuan tilted his head back, swallowing a drop of refined ten-thousand-year-old spirit milk. His aura recovered visibly, and the nearly depleted magical power replenished instantly.

"Too... too void spirit milk!"

Tiaomu's eyes widened in shock as he realized what Lin Xuan was doing. The change was so rapid that his expression became comically exaggerated.

It wasn’t surprising; after using the meteor fire rain, Tiaomu thought Lin Xuan had trapped himself and was like a fish on a chopping block. However, he had underestimated him, allowing the cooked duck to fly away.

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