"Your soul skill really pissed me off!"
Just when everyone thought the outcome had been decided, the previously silent Beibei suddenly spoke.
Boom!
Countless bolts of lightning suddenly erupted, turning into a sky full of frenzied serpents that coiled around Beibei. In that moment, Beibei was like a tyrant of thunder!
"How is that possible? How could you break free from Light of Lost so quickly?" Lin Chen said in disbelief. Faced with that terrifying pressure blanketing the arena, he could no longer summon even the slightest will to resist. That tiny bit of relief he had felt was completely snuffed out.
At that moment, the scales on Beibei's dragon-transformed hand had gradually faded away, replaced instead by coiling thunder!
"Tyrant of Wild Thunder!"
With a majestic low roar, a figure wrapped in lightning slowly rose behind Beibei.
"Enjoy it! I hope you're still alive afterward!"
Beibei's eyes were filled with coldness and savagery. It could even be called utterly inhuman.
Lin Chen stood rooted to the spot as if imprisoned, offering no resistance at all. In his pupils, there was only that lightning glow growing ever larger.
The terrifying thunder left a long scorched mark across the arena at an unbelievable speed!
"Stop!"
Below the arena, Elder Tang finally realized the severity of the situation. The terrifying power contained in Beibei's strike had already reached the level of a Soul Saint. It was not something a Soul King could withstand at all!
If Lin Chen truly took this thunderbolt head-on, he would probably be gravely injured even if he did not die!
However, everything happened too fast. Even Elder Lin, standing on the spectator platform, had no time to react!
"Not bad. You actually comprehended the Way of Thunder Punishment!"
At some unknown point, a seemingly frail figure wearing