This was a dense, overwhelming rain of Dharma arts and supernatural abilities—enough to drown True Persons, destroy cities, and bring endless death.
If anyone could have seen the trajectories of the lightning clearly, they would have seen nearly countless streams of light interweaving to form an impenetrable great net.
And like the heavens themselves overturning, that great net came crashing down, seeking to utterly engulf the warrior at its center, who was merely walking forward.
No one could escape unscathed from such heavenly might.
Unless someone could split the lightning apart.
But.
At this moment, Cang Linzu could.
He could even turn it to his own use!
With Heavenly Will empowering him, all Dharma arts intertwined in Cang Linzu's eyes, becoming wind. When wind blew upon one, one truly could not block or parry it, nor evade or dodge it. Wind seeped through every opening and arrived in an instant; the moment one noticed it, one would already be under attack.
But now.
He saw the wind's wound.
Black fissures that should not have existed appeared amid the dazzling tide of light.
--As long as I strike the lightning in this direction and make it burst apart, I can disrupt the surrounding Five Elements Dharma arts, deflect the Flying Swords, throw the Spiritual Energy into disorder, and trigger a chain reaction. Chaotic turbulence will arise, which I can then use—turning it back and making it my own power.
This was a "technique" beyond all of Cang Linzu's experience and reaction speed. Even if Cang Linzu possessed such knowledge, his body would have been incapable of such exquisite movements. But at this moment, under the empowerment of Heavenly Will, Cang Linzu's logic of action had become nothing more than simple corresponding inputs.
When to press which key, when to breathe—it was