Blood-red lightning brimmed with irresistible destructive power as bolt after bolt came crashing down upon Shen Yi.
A rare trace of panic appeared on Shen Yi's face. He had long heard of this red lightning—it was the thirty-three layers of Nine Heavens Tribulation Lightning that only those in the Immortal Realm would endure. Even cultivators of the Immortal Realm would be utterly buried beneath such lightning with the slightest misstep.
"Just when I raised my divine soul to its limit, I run into this. Heaven really knows how to joke."
Shen Yi revealed a bitter smile. The first bolt earlier had already forced him to exhaust all his strength, yet several more bolts now descended again, about to strike him.
"The Taiji Diagram can barely hold on."
Shen Yi raised both hands and released surging spiritual power, barely supporting the Golden Crow Taiji Diagram. At that moment, the several lightning bolts had already descended. Shen Yi felt as though his entire body had been struck by a massive hammer. Red light pierced through the Taiji Diagram's obstruction and surged from his arms into his body.
In an instant, Shen Yi let out a muffled groan. Then his arms drooped limply. In merely a moment, the red lightning had shredded the meridians in both his arms, leaving them numb.
Without Shen Yi's spiritual power to sustain it, the Taiji Diagram hanging above his head finally could not withstand the bombardment of lightning. This time, even the Taiji Diagram Shen Yi trusted most could no longer aid him. Of the thirty-three layers of lightning tribulation, only four or five bolts had fallen, yet the Taiji Diagram had already shattered, and Shen Yi's true body suffered grave injuries as well.
As for the mysterious person within the ancient coffin, there had long been