From the very first exchange, it could be seen that although Ling Xiao was troublesome, he was not as strong as his opponent, and it wouldn't take long to defeat the boy by continuing the attack.
With this thought in mind, the elder gently touched the Storage Ring on his hand.
The Storage Ring emitted a faint black glow, and then a crow staff inlaid with strange gems appeared in his hand.
As the crow staff danced in his hand, a gloomy and terrifying black aura began to spread before him as though it was the deathly breath seeping out from the Nine Nether.
Ling Xiao suddenly felt an ice-cold sensation in his body, as if something was lurking and watching him.
"Good grief, this old thing's Soul Power is not weak either, but still not as good as mine!"
Ling Xiao silently operated his Soul Power, and in an instant, he pushed out the uncomfortable chilling sensation from his body.