"Be careful, my lord! This ghostly creature is king tier!"
As the eight-bearer palanquin appeared, Yun Xiumian cried out and darted back into the wooden hairpin, which then shot into Chen Lin's sleeve.
The whole sequence flowed like moving clouds and running water, practiced to perfection.
Chen Lin wasted no words. He raised his hand and unleashed Five Thunders Smite the Crown.
After twenty years of constant battles with all manner of demons and ghosts, he had long since developed the habit of striking rather than wasting his breath.
His understanding of Five Thunders Smite the Crown had reached profound depths, and its power was now several times greater than it had been twenty years ago.
Lightning crashed down, scorching the palanquin black. All eight hideous bearers fell to the ground, twitching.
Even so, Chen Lin was astonished.
It was only natural that this strike had failed to kill the ghostly creature inside the palanquin. After all, a ghost king was equivalent to a Nascent Soul cultivator. Even if lightning-attribute spells were the bane of yin nether entities, the gap in their levels remained.
But for even the bearers to survive the strike was rather strange.
Still, he did not dwell on it. He raised his hand and unleashed another Five Thunders Smite the Crown.
Then another.
"Insolence!"
As lightning descended in rapid succession, the icy voice rang out again.
Then red silk ribbons flew from inside the palanquin, instantly weaving themselves into a gigantic flower that radiated a strange light.
Sheets of lightning struck the flower, yet failed to break through, merely making it shudder for a moment.
Chen Lin's expression finally grew grave. He reached into his storage bag and gripped the Xuanwu Shield, then opened his mouth. The Thunder Sword shot out, swelling in the wind as