Ling Tian had known long ago that tribulation lightning could lock onto a soul's aura. Back then, he had used this very method to drive Tian Linzi and the others away. Earlier, he had instructed Ling Lin to infuse a wisp of soul power into the Spiritual Energy Arrow, so it could also trigger a change in the tribulation lightning. This proved that he had the strength to kill the Soul Race experts.
The chain reaction from tribulation lightning was terrifying. It was far more than simply adding the cultivation levels of two people together; the result was much more dreadful. Ghost Boss of the Soul Race knew how dangerous it was, which was why he had led the Soul Race members away.
Seeing the Soul Race retreat as well, Ling Tian and the others all smiled, their worries finally gone.
"Tsk, tsk, Brother Ling Tian, you actually had such a trump card." Lu Yuan heaped praise on him. He gently wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed, "Though I knew Elder Ling and the others wouldn't leave us to fend for ourselves, I still couldn't help feeling nervous facing two experts of that level. Good heavens, the aura of such experts is terrifying."
"Yeah. Especially when the leader of the Soul Race released his pressure just then—I actually felt my soul shudder." Xue Feng let out a long breath and chuckled ruefully. "Looks like my cultivation really is too low."
"Cut it out. This has nothing to do with cultivation. Didn't you see how calm Old Ling was the whole time?" Zun Jiu took a sip of wine, though his slightly trembling fingers showed that he was still recovering from the shock.
"Heh, that's because Old Ling knew he had another trump card." Xue Feng tried to argue,