Gather Spirits! Gather Spirits!

Just as the Nine Profound Golden Lightning was secretly congratulating itself, a deafening boom erupted from within its enormous body. Massive bolts of lightning burst out through the vicious cracks.

"Roar!"

The Nine Profound Golden Lightning writhed in pain and let out a mournful dragon roar.

It had grown complacent.

In order to successfully gather spirits, it had remained tightly coiled here for over a thousand years, all for that final leap.

Recently, it had reached a critical stage. Most of its attention and power had been diverted to suppressing the energy backlash that could erupt within it at any moment.

This was the great trial it had to face in order to gather spirits.

Over the past several hundred years, it had handled everything successfully—until it encountered that detestable human just now.

Its forceful extraction of a vast amount of energy to drive Xiao Yan away had ultimately shattered the incredibly fragile balance of energy within its body.

In the end, it was not a living being with complete intelligence. No, it could not even truly be considered a living being. Until it successfully gathered spirits, its intelligence would remain questionable, and it could only act on instinct.

Simply put, it was a little dim-witted right now.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

The Nine Profound Golden Lightning let out several low growls. Boundless golden radiance immediately surged forth, all of it rushing toward the vicious crack in an attempt to repair the enormous wound.

The Black Demon Lightning surrounding the Nine Profound Golden Lightning like subjects worshipping a king seemed to sense their sovereign's danger, and the black sea of lightning stirred slightly.

The next moment, countless bolts of Black Demon Lightning surged forward in unison. Like death warriors charging fearlessly to their doom, they poured one after another into the