Spiritual Power Soars

After confirming that he could avoid the danger of being besieged by the Black Demon Lightning as long as he skillfully activated his Destiny Talisman, Xiao Ling no longer hesitated.

With a light tap of his toe against the Lightning Dragon's head, he shot toward the surging black Sea of Lightning like an arrow leaving the bow.

At the same time, a Destiny Talisman wreathed in dazzling lightning floated before his forehead. Lightning runes flickered in and out of sight upon it, emanating an incomparably mysterious pressure.

The instant Xiao Ling's figure entered the Sea of Lightning, the Black Demon Lightning, which had once made heaven and earth change color, showed not the slightest hostility beneath the cover of the Destiny Talisman's mystical power.

Like a congealed tide of ink, they continued to roll and roar according to their chaotic instincts, utterly unaware of this uninvited guest.

Only the faint lightning surrounding Xiao Ling outlined a barely visible protective barrier amid the pitch-black thunderstorm.

After confirming that the Black Demon Lightning around him showed no unusual movement for the moment, Xiao Ling's gaze sharpened as he swiftly scanned the churning black Sea of Lightning. At last, he found a relatively open gap.

Though it was still surrounded by black lightning, it had formed a rare patch of space where one could stand. Xiao Ling lightly stepped on the void and steadied himself, his robes snapping in the violent thunder gales.

Xiao Ling narrowed his eyes and quietly spread his senses out like a spiderweb, cautiously examining his surroundings.

Very soon, his gaze locked onto a winding strand of Black Demon Lightning not far to his side.

That bolt of lightning was black as ink from head to toe, its surface flowing with fine black patterns. Every flicker seemed to contain