When Shi Yue heard the sound, his head began to throb, as if someone were stabbing it with needles.
He quickly bit the tip of his tongue. The taste of blood brought him back to his senses, and he was astonished to find that the sky had suddenly darkened. A massive golden thundercloud had appeared overhead, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and thick golden bolts flickered in and out of view.
Rumble!
As a deafening peal of thunder rang out, a golden bolt more than ten zhang long plunged from the sky and struck Shi Yue squarely, transforming into countless golden lightning arcs that enveloped him.
The next moment, the sharp ring of a sword rang out, and a streak of blue light shot from within the golden lightning.
Shi Yue's clothes were in tatters, and his aura was somewhat feeble.
His expression darkened. According to the information he had obtained, Ning Hongsheng's abilities did not involve thunder arts. Had he changed cultivation techniques? Or was he using some kind of powerful lightning-attribute magic treasure?
The chances of a Body Integration Cultivator changing cultivation techniques were extremely low, so it was probably the latter.
A hundred miles away, Ning Hongsheng saw Shi Yue running for his life. A trace of scorn curled his lips as he pointed into the air.
Thunder boomed, and the golden thundercloud churned violently. More than a hundred thick golden bolts shot from within it and struck at Shi Yue. The bolts wove together into a vast net, sealing off his escape route.
Shi Yue furrowed his brow. If he were struck by so many golden bolts of lightning, he might not die, but he would be crippled.
He dared not use any other abilities unless absolutely necessary, lest Ning Hongsheng see through him. That meant