Let Wukong Suffer a Little

A cold gleam abruptly condensed in Xu Yunfan's eyes. Seizing the instant White-Haired True Monarch's mind faltered over Tongxuan's death, he ruthlessly commanded Wukong's clone to strike.

The resurrected Star Dou Banner unfurled its remaining starlight. The three hundred sixty-five major stars on its surface lit up once more, and billions of Purple Gold Divine Thunders wove into a net, carrying the Divine Firmament True Intent of annihilating all laws as they blasted toward White-Haired True Monarch.

Lightning changed in an instant—Supreme Clarity Demon Cleansing Fiend Thunder, Cosmic Dipper Golden Splitting Fiend Thunder, Earthly Fiend Abyssal Divine Thunder... The various lightning manifestations cycled through mutual generation and suppression, completely locking down the space around White-Haired True Monarch.

"Tricks of no consequence! I have studied lightning for years."

White-Haired True Monarch sneered hoarsely as his withered hands formed seals beneath his gray robes.

His body abruptly turned insubstantial, becoming a wisp of gray-white mist that merged into the churning Sea of Suffering Death Qi.

The web of lightning passed through the mist as though it had struck a phantom, merely vaporizing a patch of bloody waves into a hollow.

The gray mist reformed a hundred zhang away. White-Haired True Monarch's face paled slightly, but the wound in his shoulder blade that had been pierced by the rain of swords eerily healed completely.

"The cycle of life and death, the reversal of yin and yang."

White-Haired True Monarch raised his head slightly. "Xu Yunfan, no matter how powerful your lightning may be, perhaps I would indeed be helpless elsewhere. But here in the Netherworld, it cannot break my art."

Xu Yunfan's thoughts raced as he glanced at the notification that had appeared on the Attribute Panel.

*Your attacks seem to have greatly reduced effectiveness against White-Haired True Monarch's Nine Hells Reincarnation Secret