The Lightning Bead—the Lightning Bead Thunder Saint had hurled at Ye Zhen with all his strength—actually stopped half a meter above Ye Zhen's forehead!
It was as though a pair of invisible hands were holding the Lightning Bead there. No matter how the lightning on it flickered, it could not move even a fraction closer to Ye Zhen's forehead!
Others could not see it, but Thunder Saint and Ye Zhen, the two parties involved, knew perfectly well what had happened!
Soul Power!
The Lightning Bead had been blocked by the Soul Power surging wildly from within Ye Zhen!
At that instant, Thunder Saint was utterly stunned, while Ye Zhen himself looked equally astonished.
Something that should have been impossible had actually happened?
What exactly was going on?
But neither of them had time to think too much. Thunder Saint immediately pushed the tiny remnant of Soul Power in his sea of souls to its limit, intending to blast the Lightning Bead downward.
As for Ye Zhen, everything he did now was for survival.
With that momentary respite, Ye Zhen had enough time.
A vast amount of Soul Power surged from his sea of souls, desperately resisting the Lightning Bead's descent.
As the immense Soul Power poured forth, Ye Zhen's Four-colored Innate Soul Light manifested almost tangibly.
With a flick of the fingers on his sole remaining left hand, a One-Array Profound Fire Drill abruptly appeared at his fingertips.
Thunder Saint's expression changed drastically at once!
He had never expected that, while Ye Zhen was using all his Soul Power to resist the Lightning Bead, he could still launch another attack.
In Thunder Saint's current weakened state, a single One-Array Profound Fire Drill could absolutely blast him into dregs!
"**Hmph, Thunder Saint, if you have any trump cards left, use them