The Calamity of a Fatal Blow
"Golden Crow Sacred Profound Transformation, Lightning Form Transformation!"
As Bi Fan's low shout rang out, his figure melted into the endless lightning.
In an instant, the mountains across the region blazed as bright as day. A vast, astonishing surge of spiritual power descended from the sky like an erupting volcano. The surrounding mountains and boulders were instantly blasted into fragments and dust, while trees as thick as water barrels were snapped in half. The immense force shook the very earth beneath them.
Luo Guanghao looked up in astonishment. He hadn't expected this guy's cultivation technique to be so formidable, too.
His expression changed dramatically. He raised the long spear formed from spiritual power to shield himself, but before he could do anything else, the vast net of lightning, blazing with countless streaks of silver light, came crashing down on him like a mountain.
His heart lurched. One last thought surfaced in his mind: I'm finished!
Boom!
A thunderous explosion rang out as the lightning net erupted against the ground, blasting a gigantic crater into the steep mountainside. The figures standing nearby had their clothes torn to shreds and lay sprawled across the ground, covered in wounds. They had clearly been caught in the powerful shockwave.
Luo Guanghao knelt on the ground, his face deathly pale. Blood from his violent coughing still stained the corner of his mouth. He leaned heavily on the silver-white spear in his hand, barely managing to stay upright.
Even the spear had now lost its luster. It had evidently taken a heavy blow from that move.
As he weakly raised his eyes, he saw the brilliant silver lightning fade away. The young man landed silently before him, carrying the pride of a victor and wordlessly declaring the outcome of their