Since they were within an illusion, Chen Yi naturally had no intention of going easy on Liu Lang.
An illusion injured the spirit. At most, it would wound Liu Lang's mind, not his flesh and blood.
Better still, wounds to the spirit hurt a hundred, even a thousand times more than wounds to the flesh.
With that thought, Chen Yi made Liu Lang his touchstone.
He watched Liu Lang with a half-smile, formed a seal with one hand, pressed his tongue against his palate, and uttered a single word: "Thunder!"
In an instant, thunder raged overhead.
Amid flashes of silver-white light, bolts of lightning tore through the night and struck Liu Lang in the blink of an eye.
They were so fast that he had no chance to dodge.
Even when Liu Lang moved, the falling lightning zigzagged to strike him with unerring precision, blasting his hair upright and shredding his clothes.
"Stop, stop, stop-Boss, I was wrong! I was wrong!"
Chen Yi's lips curled. "Admitting your mistake already?"
"Too late."
He formed another seal and uttered the word "Wind!"
As the lightning struck, fierce winds rose from every direction. Before they could blow beyond the secluded chamber, however, Chen Yi gathered them around Liu Lang, sweeping him into the air.
"Aah!"
Liu Lang screamed as he tumbled endlessly through the air, even drawing his saber to slash through the restraints around him.
But he had nothing to push against, and his mind was far weaker than Chen Yi's. Unable to borrow even a trace of Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi, he could only swing his saber wildly a few times, with no destructive force to speak of.
And that was not all.
The saber he swung acted like a lightning rod, drawing in the lightning outside the tornado. Even