Under the crushing suppression of absolute strength, clever tricks were of little use. At most, they could create a few obstacles for the opponent. That was the view held by most people.
Luo Zheng had easily broken through the eleventh trial, so the twelfth round should not have caused him much trouble.
Although he faced the siege of more than a dozen martial artists and his movements were bound by a vine, there was still not the slightest trace of panic on Luo Zheng's face!
Just as those martial artists completely surrounded him, a sudden crackling sound came from the Thunder Wind Nether Divine Sword!
The gap between these martial artists and those from the Thirteen Palaces was not merely a gap in talent and strength. Their weapons were worlds apart as well. It was like entering the Divine Armory Hall: as long as a martial artist had outstanding talent, obtaining a third-grade or even Second Grade Divine Artifact was not difficult.
And Luo Zheng's Thunder Wind Nether Divine Sword was the finest of first-grade Divine Artifacts.
With the Law of Power unleashed through Chaos Energy, it was not something these people could withstand. Not to mention the unpredictable Nethergod Shadow.
That bolt of lightning suddenly spread around Luo Zheng. The bright blue lightning was only as thick as a little finger, yet it formed a circular web of lightning that expanded outward with Luo Zheng at its center! It was equivalent to screening the entire platform with a layer of lightning. There was simply nowhere to dodge...
The martial artists were struck by lightning one after another. Their bodies turned pitch-black, and after hanging suspended in the air for the time it took to draw a breath, they crashed down onto the platform.
A charred smell then drifted into