— Five Hundred
Lightning crisscrossed, weaving a dense, airtight net.
But it came and went just as quickly. After only a single breath, it vanished into thin air. Apart from a faint smell of ozone lingering in the air, it was as if it had never appeared.
Spears and bows lay scattered across the ground.
The Temple Warriors who had charged forward were sprawled everywhere, their limbs stiff and twitching. Not one of them had the strength to get back up.
The more developed the muscles, the greater the impact.
The Kakaya tribe's Temple Warriors, Wudunpu and Loska, both felt chills creeping up the backs of their necks.
This guy was even fiercer than the last one...
Li Bai was still standing. Though the Great Sword in his hand had no sharpened edge, the point-discharge effect was still there. Nearly a tenth of the lightning had shot toward it and still clung to the blade, crackling and writhing in a terrifying display.
"S-sorry!"
Zhao Ziwu's scalp prickled. Did that count as friendly fire?
"No harm done!"
Li Bai calmly swept his sword through the air, and the lightning attracted to its blade shot away.
At the temple entrance, the two Kakaya tribe Temple Warriors holding Professor Yamada were caught by the lightning before they could react. The three of them jumped into a high-frequency "disco" together, shaking uncontrollably as if they had taken ecstasy, before collapsing to the ground in unison.
Now that was friendly fire.
When the Great Demon got fired up, he didn't spare his own people, either.
Spiritual energy swirled atop the giant rock, even misting in the air. Catalyzed by the high-density spiritual energy, Zhao Ziwu's talisman paper drew on more of the world's power, raising its might by more than a little.
"Loska, translate!"
Li