An enormous Phantom Image covered the entire arena, constantly churning and writhing, its true form impossible to distinguish.
The pressure it radiated was even more terrifying. Chen Lin felt as though he were facing Heavenly Might, filled with a sense of insignificance and helplessness.
It was at least at the Mahayana level!
Chen Lin immediately gauged his opponent's strength, but instead of alarm, he felt delight.
In an arena battle, opponents this large were precisely what he feared least. Small, agile ones were far more troublesome.
An opponent that covered the entire space above him and did not attack immediately was even more of a sitting target.
The first to strike gained the advantage. Without waiting for his opponent to descend, Chen Lin mobilized his innate thunder power, unleashing streak after streak of lightning.
Since he could not control it effectively, the lightning could only travel in straight lines. But with the Phantom Image filling the space overhead, there was no need to worry about missing.
As the lightning struck the Phantom Image, it began churning violently. Wherever the innate thunderbolts hit, the cloudlike shadows were wiped clean away.
Yet Chen Lin's expression grew grave.
Even after being struck by several innate thunderbolts, this thing still hadn't died!
Lightning arcs still flickered across the Phantom Image, and several holes had opened in it like rents in a rag, but it remained alive.
This was the first time he had encountered such a situation. In the past, whenever his innate thunderbolts struck their target, they had almost always finished the job in a single hit.
That alone showed how powerful this entity was.
After entering the Upper Primal Domain, even innate power was no longer all-powerful. He could not rely on it excessively in the future.
Although the Phantom Image had