Not only that, above her head, a cloud of gold and silver actually condensed, and then a golden arc of lightning as thick as a child's arm came crashing down from within it.
The lightning arc was strangely shaped; at a glance, it looked almost no different from a roaring Flood Dragon. But on closer inspection, the Flood Dragon's entire body was actually made up of densely packed golden runes, each only the size of a grain of rice.
Moreover, those runes came in all manner of forms, and the meaning represented by each one was completely different.
They were filled with a mysterious aura.
Nine Heavens Tribulation Lightning!
Tian Xiang's pupils could not help shrinking slightly. At that moment, the sound of something tearing through the air reached his ears—it was those rebounded arrows, already arriving close before him.
There was not the slightest expression on Tian Xiang's face as he swept his sleeve.
A sheet of gray radiance swept out. It was clearly unremarkable in the extreme, yet within it was a strange power of laws.
Such a ferocious attack, the moment it came into contact with it, actually dissolved into nothingness. The arrow rain filling the sky seemed as though it had never appeared at all.
A strange gleam flashed through Tian Xiang's eyes. He paid Li Yutong no more attention, instead turning his focus toward Bingpo, curling a finger and flicking it at her.
Pfft...
Five-Colored Glaze—a ball of dazzling spiritual light surfaced at his fingertip, giving off a screeching sound that was piercing to the extreme. It then rapidly compressed; what had originally been the size of an egg swiftly condensed until it was almost no different from a steel needle.
It emitted a faint, eerie glow that made one extremely uncomfortable at a single