In a certain azure sea region, the sea within a thousand-li radius had frozen over. The ice layer was several feet thick, while a massive thunder cloud floated high in the sky.
Pu Yu stood high in the air, large amounts of her feathers having fallen away. Her body was drenched in blood and gave off a scorched smell, while her right arm had vanished without a trace.
"Daoist friend, spare my life. I'm willing to acknowledge you as my master and serve you."
Pu Yu's tone was sincere. Her opponent was proficient in thunder arts and possessed a Seven-Colored Divine Lightning. Its destructive power was immense, and she was no match for her.
In terms of escape arts, she couldn't outrun him. In terms of strength, she was inferior to him as well.
Wang Mengbin wore a mocking expression. Pu Yu had nearly ambushed him just now; if he hadn't been proficient in thunder arts, he would already have died.
If you really wanted to beg for mercy, why didn't you do it earlier?
He formed a hand seal. The thunder cloud high in the sky churned violently, releasing a deafening peal of thunder that made Pu Yu's ears ring.
Over ten thousand silver lightning bolts, each more than a zhang in diameter, tore across the sky and shot toward Pu Yu below.
Pu Yu's beautiful face changed drastically. She fiercely flapped both wings, and over a thousand pale white tornadoes appeared out of thin air and rushed forward to meet them.
A deafening roar rang out. The white tornadoes were all destroyed, and the powerful waves of air shattered the ice layer.
A streak of thunder light flashed, and a Seven-Colored Thunder Spear appeared out of thin air, radiating terrifying energy fluctuations.
Pu Yu was horrified. She spun