Magic Pattern

This mirror, plagued by misfortune, had narrowly escaped destruction several times, and Wen Chaoxuan naturally could not allow it to fall into other hands again.

With one intent on seizing and the other on defending, the man and the demon clashed within the underground hall.

In just a few moves, the fox demon realized she was no match for Wen Chaoxuan.

Even with her cultivation suppressed by the Demon-Binding Chains, she knew that a Sword Cultivator of the Tribulation Transcendence stage would likely defeat her, even at her full strength.

The edge of the Heaven-Bearing Sword swept past, shearing off a thick layer of fine fur from the fox demon’s body.

Red fox fur scattered through the air like fine rain, intensifying the hatred in the fox demon’s heart.

She abruptly abandoned Wen Chaoxuan and lunged toward Lin Langyao.

Lin Langyao, sword in hand, was prepared, yet his current cultivation was insufficient.

Although he managed to block the fox demon’s claw, he was still sent flying sideways by the impact.

He struggled to regain his footing, looking up warily for the fox demon’s next attack, only to realize he had fallen directly into her trap.

Lin Langyao watched as the fox demon’s eyes slowly shifted in color.

Within Tong Sui’s eyes, there had always been a hint of red, like a deep pool of smoldering embers, but now that red began to burn, scorching the entirety of her massive fox eyes.

Lin Langyao felt his soul tremble, as if through the meeting of their gazes, that flame had burned its way into his three souls and seven spirits.

Just as he was about to lose all consciousness, a familiar, pristine white figure descended like a sudden breeze, interposing itself between him and the fox demon.

Wen Chaoxuan stood before him.

This was precisely what the fox demon desired; she let out a forceful howl, the red light in her eyes intensifying even further.

Lin Langyao saw Wen Chaoxuan’s body sway, and his heart seized with alarm.

He was about to reach out to steady him, but Wen Chaoxuan had already steadied himself and swung his sword at the fox demon.

The fox demon likely hadn’t expected him to still possess the strength to retaliate.

She hastily turned to dodge, but the sword energy was not aimed at her.

A muffled, thunderous roar of an explosion echoed, and the stone ceiling of the grand hall collapsed.

By the time the fox demon realized what had happened and tried to pursue Wen Chaoxuan and his disciple, who had already retreated from the hall, it was too late.

Her leg was snagged by the Demon-Binding Chains, leaving her to watch in bitter resentment as the falling stones sealed the entrance, and their figures vanished completely into the passage.

Lin Langyao was gripped by the collar and pulled out of the underground hall by Wen Chaoxuan, his soul still trembling with lingering fear from the fox demon’s gaze.

Both master and disciple were sword cultivators, primarily focusing on movement techniques and physical prowess.

Rarely had they encountered spell-wielding cultivators with such powerful psychic abilities as the fox demon.

Due to his lack of experience, Lin Langyao had suffered a significant setback.