Ye Tian felt indignant, but it was indeed the truth. The Heavenly Dao was too powerful; even the Reincarnation Sword, the greatest sword in the world, had suffered a setback here.
It seemed that no attack could take effect on him.
"Most of what you wield are elemental sword arts, and the elements are under my control." The Heavenly Dao merely looked at his own hand, not even sparing Ye Tian a proper glance.
It was as if Ye Tian was not as important as one of his hands.
"You have no chance of winning." The final five words left his lips like a bolt from the blue.
It was the truth. Ye Tian had already exhausted his cultivation arts. Unfortunately, the Sandstorm Sword Art could not be used here, while the Wind Thunder Sword Art could not even summon wind—how could it summon thunder?
Seeing Ye Tian's attempt, the Heavenly Dao mocked him again. After tossing out a few words, he drew his index finger across the sky.
"Since you want to summon thunder, I'll let you see what true lightning is!"
With a wave of the Heavenly Dao's hand, even the castle around Ye Tian vanished. The two of them seemed to be standing in midair.
Then, countless bolts of lightning surged from the piled-up storm clouds toward the tip of the Heavenly Dao's index finger. Their energy was terrifying, their radiance dazzling, too much for the eyes to take in.
Even Swallow Heaven of that time would have had to yield three parts before such vast thunderous power. How could Ye Tian possibly fail to make preparations?
Extreme Cold Armor, golden-thread inner armor, Soul Lock Armor... every defensive ability he could use, every one he had time to use, was brought out.
To be safe, Ye Tian