After many days, Jing Hang returned to Wind-Lightning Canyon once more. He felt every pore in his body open instantly, and his body immediately felt much more refreshed. All his exhaustion was wiped away in an instant.
This time, he had only one goal: the seventy-thousand-year Lightning Attribute soul beast, the Nether Lightning Triceratops. According to the records, the Nether Lightning Flood Dragon was exceptionally skilled in defense and possessed tremendous strength. Wherever it passed, not even grass would grow. Naturally, such power came at a cost: its cultivation speed was extraordinarily slow, and it could never break through the eighty-thousand-year threshold in its lifetime. In other words, while the Nether Lightning Triceratops possessed a peak seventy-thousand-year cultivation, its combat ability could rival that of an ordinary Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.
Jing Hang wanted to see just how great the gap was between this soul beast's combat ability and his own, the so-called Humanity's Strongest Defense.
Purple lightning swirled around Jing Hang's body. He could hardly wait to find the Nether Lightning Triceratops and fight it.
Finding his opponent was actually quite simple. He only needed to release his powerful lightning aura, and a warlike soul beast like the Nether Lightning Triceratops would come uninvited. Jin Hang only needed to wait for the prey to come to him.
Before long, just as Jing Hang had expected, violent tremors suddenly erupted from behind a distant mountain peak. Accompanied by a deafening blast, the towering mountain was smashed to pieces by a colossal creature. A huge shadow immediately emerged from the pile of rubble.
This soul beast was Jing Hang's opponent. It stood three meters tall and eight meters long. Its massive head bore three thick, snow-white bony spikes, two long and one short. A layer of dazzling purple lightning patterns wound around