Black lightning crashed down.
A pitch-black pillar of lightning a hundred miles across plunged straight from the dark red storm clouds, carrying the Destruction Law.
At that moment, even the Void Graveyard fell silent.
Even light was swallowed.
Lin Feng spread his arms.
He met the heavenly tribulation with his flesh.
Boom!
The instant the black lightning struck Lin Feng, the void for ten thousand miles around collapsed into pure darkness.
The meteor beneath Lin Feng's feet vanished without a trace in an instant.
The black lightning carried Lin Feng deep into the meteor field.
The tail of the lightning pillar left a trail of destruction ten thousand miles long.
The Golden-Armored Sword Saint could no longer hold back.
His sword rang out. His right hand was already on its hilt, his body leaning forward, ready to charge into the lightning at any moment.
"Stop."
Old Zhao seized his wrist.
The Sword Saint turned, his gaze icy.
"He'll die!"
"You can't help him."
Old Zhao's voice trembled, a rare occurrence.
"Annihilation Black Lightning entangles cause and effect. It doesn't distinguish friend from foe. Thirty thousand years ago, when the Abyssal Fourth Throne faced this tribulation, three of its servants tried to share the lightning's power. All three died. No exceptions."
The Sword Saint's hand froze on his sword hilt.
Old Zhao released his wrist, his eyes fixed on the dark region left behind by the dissipating lightning pillar.
"He can only rely on himself."
Ten thousand miles away, the darkness was fading.
A charred lump drifted out of the debris belt.
It was Lin Feng.
Almost all the skin and flesh covering his body had been stripped away, exposing the blackened muscle beneath.
His left arm was gone below the elbow. A bowl-sized hole had burned through the center of