Terrifying Lightning Arc formed from strands of divine-soul Spirit Patterns condensed one after another. Each contained astonishing power, capable of ignoring a cultivator's protective spiritual light, invading their body, corroding their sea of consciousness, and severely injuring their soul.
Strands of Lightning Arc swept through the thick, freezing mist. Amid the crackling sounds, pitch-black holes appeared out of thin air, as though indestructible blades had cleaved open the void—terrifying and swift.
Although they had been condensed from divine-soul energy, the power they contained was immense enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, destroying the vast firmament.
Yi Hun had placed great hopes in this divine ability. It had once helped him turn defeat into victory several times, leaving several powerful cultivators of the same tier seriously wounded.
But now, he had unleashed the divine ability's greatest might, and the result drove him nearly mad with frustration.
The Lightning Arc danced wildly like frenzied serpents, crisscrossing and sweeping across the vast area around him. Yet it could not even touch a single thread of the other party's robe. This left Yi Hun furious and alarmed, but helpless.
If this continued, his defeat would truly be only a matter of time.
The blade light continued without pause. Yi Hun desperately swung his arms, struggling to withstand the slashes of the elusive blade lights, while frantically urging the Lightning Arc, hoping to force Qin Fengming's body out into the open.
"We can't see the scene of Pill Sovereign Qin and Senior Yi fighting. That terrifying lightning looks like a thunder pool running amok. It seems Senior Yi has gained the upper hand."
On the walls of Kongwu City, a cultivator spoke, his mind trembling violently.
At this moment, the assembled cultivators could no longer probe with their divine senses. Divine-soul energy filled the