As Lin Baijian's heart filled with terror and disbelief covered his face, a bolt of lightning had already struck the spirit shield above his head.
The spirit shield, merely at the pseudo-Heaven-grade level, was blasted to pieces in an instant.
After piercing through the spirit shield, the terrifying lightning power lost hardly any of its might and struck straight at Lin Baijian's forehead.
Though Lin Baijian hastily did his utmost to defend himself, under the baptism of that terrifying lightning power, his pupils still rolled back into their whites. Soaked from head to toe, the dreadful electric arcs instantly swept across his entire body, making him tremble violently in midair. His newly loosened long hair was blasted into a tangled mass again, carrying the scorched stench of burnt flesh.
His five viscera and six organs seemed to churn and collide like rivers and seas overturned, nearly making him vomit up the acid in his stomach.
His soul sea, suddenly struck by lightning, rang with hollow echoes. In his daze, he had nearly forgotten where he was.
At that moment, before Lin Baijian could dispel the remaining lightning power around his body, Lu Feng's fierce palm strike came crashing toward him.
Take his life while he was sick!
Having painstakingly created such a perfect opportunity, how could Lu Feng let it slip away?
That tyrannical palm, containing over seventy percent of Lu Feng's strength, nearly knocked Lin Baijian's soul out of his body. The bones in his chest cracked apart inch by inch beneath the force of the strike.
But Lu Feng knew that with Lin Baijian's Heaven Soul Realm strength, such injuries alone would never be enough to kill him.
Thus, Lu Feng's palm strike was not merely intended to grievously wound Lin Baijian—it was also meant to shift his