"Swift!"
As the spell technique circulated, divine powers manifested.
The phantom formed from the black-red blood patterns gathered over his body let out a furious roar.
Arcs of lightning flashed, completely igniting the ritual robes on his body!
Black lightning transformed into armor and clung to Tu Shan Jun's ten-foot body. The instant the electric radiance formed, it tore a vacuum through the surroundings. Whether spiritual energy, aura, or tangible pressure, all seemed pierced open by the black lightning, creating a small, unfettered world for the one it protected.
The lightning armor flowed around his body like a surging stream of light particles.
The flowing radiance of divine powers turned into billowing steam the moment it touched the lightning.
"Nether Thunder Prison Robe!"
"Form."
The Void Heaven Divine Being that had torn open half the abyss could only extend one arm; it was utterly unable to fully stretch out its body.
Yet as the lightning robe formed, black lightning also flickered over the Void Heaven Divine Being's body. In an instant, light and shadow interwove, thunder and lightning braided together, and a black-violet current of lightning covered the Void Heaven Divine Being's form.
"Roar!"
The terrifying ghost god, as tall as an illusory city a hundred zhang high, finally tore apart the narrow abyssal gates on all sides.
It stepped completely out.
For a time, sinister energy surged upward and became dense, accumulated black clouds. Wild lightning danced as though in celebration, while the curtain of light beneath the waterfall sang without cease.
It was as if heaven and earth were cheering—but not the clear skies and vast earth outside. It was this dark grotto-heaven, this abyssal blessed land, where thunderstorm rain drifted and a river of forged blood and Baleful Intent stretched long.
Scarlet candlelight resembled dim ghost lamps