The Final Battle (2)

Purple lightning crackled across Qin Lang's entire body, tearing the air apart with his thunder. His sprinting speed had nearly reached the limit of the Golden Core stage, and in an instant, he stood in front of everyone.

At this moment, twelve Soul Formation cultivators were attacking at once, while Akatsuki had only three people capable of fighting. Black Tortoise was not suited for combat, especially not in a high-level battle like this, so Qin Lang was the only one who could stand at the forefront.

"A brat who hasn't even grown out of his milk teeth—do you really think we can't deal with you?" A tall, gaunt middle-aged cultivator snorted coldly. He raised a hand and grabbed at the air, causing a massive meteorite to plummet from the sky. The powerful earth-element spell carried a terrifyingly oppressive aura as it crashed down, targeting not only Qin Lang but also Kong Chen, who was playing the zither nearby.

"Leave the meteorite to me!" Kong Chen's cold, killing voice echoed through the Akatsuki rings.

Hearing that, Qin Lang completely ignored the meteorite overhead. Instead, he pushed the Purple Heaven Divine Thunder to its limit and slammed a fist into the ground.

Boom!

With a deafening blast, terrifying lightning spread outward along the ground. The terrain, which had already been flattened by dreadful energy, transformed into a sea of lightning in that instant. Several tiny electric serpents could be seen darting through it, tearing apart the air.

That single strike halted the advance of all twelve people. Looking at the purple electric serpents slithering through the sea of lightning, everyone frowned.

Purple Heaven Divine Thunder!

This was lightning capable of inflicting terrifying damage upon Soul Formation cultivators. Even at their peak, they would not have dared to take it head-on. Now that