The sight of the golden lightning dragon head lunging toward his right arm made She Yuan's pupils abruptly contract to pinpoints. A fear he had never felt before washed over him in an instant like an icy tide.
Almost instinctively, he increased his spiritual power output. The dark-green spiritual power within his Supreme Sea surged madly into his right arm as though it cost nothing, forming layer after layer of spiritual armor across its surface in an attempt to block the terrifying golden lightning dragon head.
But how could Lin Ming's golden lightning dragon head be so easily blocked? It was formed from Nine Profound Golden Lightning, a force of utmost hardness and pure yang that naturally suppressed all sinister forces in the world.
She Yuan's Serpent Emperor spiritual power was sinister even among sinister powers. Before it, it was like dry wood meeting blazing fire, completely restrained by nature.
Thus, even though She Yuan was mobilizing a vast amount of spiritual power at any cost to create layer after layer of defense, he could still clearly feel waves of piercing pain coming from his right arm.
The power of lightning was eroding the meridians and bones in She Yuan's arm inch by inch. Every flicker of a lightning arc made the muscles in his right arm convulse violently beyond his control.
The golden lightning dragon head steadily gnawed away at the spiritual armor on She Yuan's right arm, like a beast leisurely enjoying its meal.
She Yuan could only watch as the spiritual defenses on his right arm were bitten through layer by layer. The golden lightning drew ever closer, and he could even smell the charred stench of his own skin being scorched by lightning.
At this point, She Yuan could no longer concern himself with anything else.