He had run out of patience. Behind him, the phantom of a gigantic Thunder Giant emerged within his ocean of lightning.
Ye Xiwen's expression remained unchanged. Clumps of golden divinity surged from his body, as if one god after another were chanting within them.
Those lightning powers could do nothing to Ye Xiwen. To ordinary martial artists, such supremely hard and supremely yang lightning power would make them explode instantly if they absorbed even the slightest trace of it. It was exceedingly troublesome, but to Ye Xiwen, it could not have been easier to deal with.
No matter how difficult it was to handle, could it compare to the terrifying sea of lightning during a heavenly tribulation?
Compared to the heavenly tribulation lightning that could already transform into ancient colossal beasts, these lightning snakes were nothing more than a drizzle.
Ye Xiwen made no superfluous or flashy movements. He merely swung his sword again and again, yet every strike carried immense power.
"You are no match for me," Ye Xiwen said flatly.
Under his attacks, Hao Cang, who should have been displaying overwhelming Divine Might, found himself unable to voice his bitterness. Even exerting his full strength, he could not truly do anything to Ye Xiwen.
Yet allowing the battle to remain deadlocked like this was not what he wanted.
And Ye Xiwen, too, had begun to grow dissatisfied with this stalemate. He did not know how soon the Southern Sea Domain experts would arrive, and he could not afford to waste even another minute.
"Your domain is nothing special. Now, let me show you mine. Then you'll understand that your comprehension of lightning is nothing but a joke!" Ye Xiwen did not waste any more words. A pair of Wind-Thunder Wings suddenly appeared behind him. With one fierce flap,