The Yin-Yang Umbrella spun rapidly, spraying out a black-and-white light barrier that enveloped the three of them.
Dense five-colored lightning crashed onto the Yin-Yang Umbrella and the Two-Color Light Barrier, vanishing without a trace as though mud had fallen into the sea.
Zheng Qiuyue knitted her willow brows. With her experience, she could naturally tell that Wang Ruyan's treasure countered thunder-type Dao arts. There was nothing strange about that—everything in creation was mutually restraining, and no treasure was invincible.
Ripples spread above their heads, and a green hand over a hundred zhang wide appeared out of thin air, slamming down toward them.
The azure-robed old man flicked his sleeve, sending a glittering green orb flying out. It released a vast, misty-green gale that blocked the green hand.
A deafening tsunami roared as a vast expanse of deep-blue seawater surged toward them with the force of ten thousand galloping horses.
Zheng Qiuyue flicked her sleeve, and a golden, glittering banner appeared in her hand. With a gentle shake of her wrist, a vast expanse of misty golden flames swept out to meet it.
Amid a thunderous boom, the golden flames were submerged by the blue seawater.
The blue seawater churned violently, transforming into a blue hand over a thousand zhang wide that slapped toward Zheng Qiuyue.
"Heavy Water!"
Zheng Qiuyue's expression turned solemn. Just as she was about to cast a spell to defend herself, a deafening shout rang out.
A terrible pain surged through her sea of consciousness, as though it were about to burst apart.
By the time she recovered, the blue hand was already in front of her.
Before Zheng Qiuyue could react, the blue hand slammed into her protective spiritual light.
She was instantly sent flying backward. Her qi and blood roiled within her, her face flushed