The white ice cones seemed endless, raining continuously from the blue cloud and crashing down over Han Changming's position in a vast, sweeping torrent. A muffled crackling filled the air as thick fog billowed everywhere.
A fierce gale swept past, scattering the white fog. A white light barrier shielded Han Changming, and he wore a gleaming golden suit of armor.
A cold glint flickered in Zhao Ping's eyes. He took a pale silver talisman from his robe, a trace of reluctance showing on his face.
It was a second-tier Thunder Cloud Talisman, a talisman of immense power.
The Thunder Cloud Talisman shot from his hand and instantly appeared above Han Changming. It transformed into a dark cloud hundreds of yards across, where lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. Silver lightning serpents slithered through it.
A deafening thunderclap rang out. A bolt of silver lightning as thick as an adult's arm shot forth and struck the white light barrier squarely.
The bolt turned into a vast web of silver arcs that enveloped the barrier.
Thunder rumbled without pause. One silver lightning bolt after another shot from the cloud and struck the area where Han Changming stood. For dozens of yards in every direction around him, a sea of silver lightning raged. A powerful wave of air swept outward, blowing up a great deal of—
The two Red Flying Knives and five golden flying swords flared brightly and plunged into the lightning sea, where muffled impacts rang out.
Zhao Ping's expression turned cold. Gritting his teeth, he took out a gleaming golden talisman.
It was a second-tier Hundred Blades Talisman—his last second-tier offensive talisman.
The moment the golden talisman left his hand, it transformed into hundreds of gleaming golden flying knives, which slashed ferociously toward the silver lightning sea.
Rumble!
A tremendous boom