Wang Mengbin lightly waved the trident in his hand toward Di Yan. Thunder boomed loudly, and a Five-Colored Thunder Blade over a thousand zhang long swept out, cleaving into the Red Shield.
With a deafening boom, dazzling Five-Colored Thunderlight enveloped Di Yan.
At this moment, the members of the Sable Race also reacted.
Two of the Sable phantoms each spat out a purple sonic wave, while the other two Sable phantoms shot out two Yellow Lights, heading straight for Wang Mengbin.
Wang Mengbin had been prepared. The Thunder Roc Wings behind him lightly flapped, thunder boomed loudly, and he transformed into a streak of silver thunder light before vanishing without a trace.
The four Yellow Lights struck empty air and failed to injure Wang Mengbin.
Thunderous roars came from high above. Over ten thousand Silver Lightnings as thick as millstones crashed down with tremendous force, heading straight for Di Yan and the other nine.
Wang Qingfeng and the others cast spells to attack Di Yan and the others, while Di Yan and his companions cast spells to defend themselves, forcing them to scatter.
The thunderlight dispersed. Di Yan was unharmed, but the spiritual light of the Red Shield had dimmed slightly.
"Middle-Grade Heavenly Treasure!"
Di Yan's expression turned solemn. He did not possess even a single Middle-Grade Heavenly Treasure. It was not that the Sable Race was unwilling to give him one; rather, he had used the Merit Points from his achievements to exchange for Dharma Aspect Materials, leaving him without any surplus Merit Points to exchange for a Middle-Grade Heavenly Treasure.
He had not expected the Human Race cultivators at this stronghold to actually possess a Middle-Grade Heavenly Treasure. It seemed that they were elite descendants of the Wang Family.
A portly Red-Robed Elder had a small umbrella flickering