With a single Dragon-Seeking Claw, Meng Zhao shattered Lei Wanche's lightning-blade offensive in his inhuman state. Yet Meng Zhao felt little joy. Instead, he glanced at his palm, faintly startled inwardly.
That was because the unmatched, tyrannical, restless lightning force should, by all rights, have been completely devoured and digested by his divine skill, leaving no trace behind.
Yet that was not the case now. Lightning surged vividly in his palm, and as the lightning there gradually dimmed, a thunder sphere brimming with destruction and nurturing desolation and death had already followed its guidance and come crashing down from the utmost heights of the sky above Meng Zhao, like a Skyfire Meteor.
The violent friction howled and roared, its sound shaking the entire Thunder Marsh. The terrifying pressure collapsed the space for hundreds of li around into an isolated, compressed region. That condensed pressure subjected every visible and invisible force, every tangible and intangible thing, to pulling and crushing forces thousands, even tens of thousands of times greater than usual.
Although Meng Zhao extinguished the lightning stripped from the lightning blade at the next instant, its function as a beacon and guide had already been fully carried out.
Now, he too sensed that terrifying killing force descending upon him. It was actually thirty percent stronger than the Lesser Heavenly Dao's Eye he had faced in the Poisonous Cave Space. It was simply inconceivable, unbelievable.
The form of purple lightning Meng Zhao had assumed finally dispersed.
Faced with such terrifying and powerful offensive force, Meng Zhao could not simply turn a blind eye. He had to gather all the strength in his body to withstand it.
After returning to human form, he held up the heavens with one hand and pressed down upon the earth with the other. As his palms