Bang!
Countless bolts of lightning power crashed directly onto Dai Zhibai, blasting him away. The Thunder Horn's might was truly boundless. The Thunder Beast had originally been a top expert of the Po Wang Realm Ninth Level, powerful enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with Dai Zhibai.
This Thunder Horn had been condensed from more than half of his essence, so its limitless power went without saying. If it had not encountered a freak like Ye Xiwen, who feared no lightning tribulation, it could basically have swept through everything in its path.
It could be said to be invincible in battle, conquering every attack. With divine power driving it, its might had reached an even more extreme height.
Even with Dai Zhibai's strength, he was severely wounded in an instant. A huge hole was blasted through his chest, and countless currents of lightning power churned within it.
The Thunder Beast watching from the side was utterly dumbfounded.
The power of his Thunder Horn was naturally tremendous, renowned even throughout the Profound Realm. Though he was merely the Wild Sky Hall Master's mount, over the years he had achieved brilliant battle merits, campaigning north and south. His strength was earth-shattering and astonishing, and more than half of it lay in the Thunder Horn. Even a peerless expert like Dai Zhibai, who could contend with him, would not willingly withstand the Thunder Horn head-on.
Yet how long had the Thunder Horn even been in Ye Xiwen's hands? He had actually already refined it. How had he done that?
He himself had spent tens of thousands of years cultivating to this stage, yet Ye Xiwen had accomplished it in such a short time.
How was that possible?!
Divine power—it had to be divine power!
For someone like him, who had truly stepped halfway