"What exactly was the measure you arranged outside?"
The Black Pharaoh could no longer spare any concern for Rulim's situation and instead asked Qing Gui the more important question.
"Your other incarnations must have sent the information back before they died, right? What kind of existence do you think could so easily kill several of your incarnations?" Qing Gui looked at the Black Pharaoh, who was nearly driven into a desperate corner, and felt an inner sense of comfort.
"I never expected you to have such a method. It truly is difficult to..."
Before the Black Pharaoh could finish speaking, Qing Gui waved his hand and dispelled the extremely precise time barrier surrounding the room. The Black Pharaoh's words came to an abrupt halt. He had been waiting for this opportunity to leave the room; once he merged into the black magic covering the entire palace, escaping would be no problem at all.
"Hisss!"
Yet in that instant, vast amounts of lightning flooded into the room. An absolute temporal domain around Qing Gui isolated the overflowing electricity. So-called black magic was sorcery rooted in darkness and evil. All things restrained one another, and the reason the priest had inflicted such difficult-to-heal injuries upon the Black Pharaoh was that holy light, brimming with radiance, was a force that countered black magic.
By the same principle, in Daoist arts, natural lightning was an object of utmost yang and utmost hardness, a weapon that restrained black sorcery.
The powerful lightning had been created by Jin Geng. Facing the strongest incarnation that had established Nyarlathotep's status as an apostle, Jin Geng had unhesitatingly entered his forbidden release form while waiting outside, merging the heroic spirit Qiang Liang within him with himself.
A lightning-origin body—every cell was composed of hundreds of millions of volts of