A Heroic Spirit of the Holy Hall

"This is impossible." Racked with pain, King of Holy Radiance roared in disbelief. He knew the defensive power of his Holy Light Shield like the back of his hand. That feeble Netherworld Finger shouldn't have been able to penetrate it even if it had been twice as powerful. And yet it had pierced the shield as easily as tofu, then punched several fist-sized holes through his body.

Under the pain, King of Holy Radiance roared in disbelief. He knew the defensive power of his Holy Light Shield like the back of his hand. That feeble Netherworld Finger shouldn't have been able to penetrate it even if it had been twice as powerful. And yet it had pierced the shield as easily as tofu, then punched several fist-sized holes through his body.

He was a peak mid Spirit Transmutation stage expert. After countless transformations and evolutions, his body was as tough as metal.

He'd been tricked. After roaring, King of Holy Radiance abruptly came to his senses. Lei Dong had first used an ordinary Netherworld Finger to lower his guard, then struck him with a loaded Netherworld Finger and gravely wounded him.

Just as King of Holy Radiance became alert, dozens of indistinct figures appeared beside Lei Dong. Each radiated a fierce, powerful aura. They were clearly Spirit Transmutation-level experts. In unison, they unleashed a Black Dragon Chant at King of Holy Radiance.

With Lei Dong's temperament, he had always believed that a dead enemy was the best enemy. He had never cared about things like fighting one-on-one or upholding honor. He had merely taken advantage of the Winged God Clan's excessive pride.

"By My decree, space is frozen." Taking advantage of King of Holy Radiance's injuries, Lei Dong finally used the True Word Technique for real instead of merely shouting