Silvery White Demonic Beast, Hmph! Hmph! Hmph!

Inside Thunder Mist Ravine.

Shen Shihuang bathed beneath the thunderbolts, the violent power of the lightning causing every magical beast within the ravine to tremble in terror.

Only Shen Shihuang, suspended in the air, seemed to be undergoing a trial by thunder.

Below, Zi Yan, shrouded by the Taisui Flame, watched Shen Shihuang endure the lightning's might, her large eyes filled with incomparable admiration.

To magical beasts, the power of lightning was practically a natural nemesis.

Even though Zi Yan did not know what her true form was, the pressure of such heaven-and-earth power was impossible to erase; it originated from the soul.

However, it was clear.

At this moment, Shen Shihuang was evidently unable to withstand so much lightning power. The energy belonging to the "Hundred Thousand Thunder Method" had already saturated the specific meridians designated for its circulation, and the excess power could now only be absorbed by his Taisui Bone wings.

The originally pitch-black Taisui Bone wings were now half-dyed a silvery white, the lightning patterns becoming increasingly distinct, as if branded onto them.

Meanwhile, the power of the Taisui Bone wings was slowly growing stronger.

Ripples in space gradually appeared around the Taisui Bone wings, as if the surrounding space would be torn asunder the moment Shen Shihuang flapped them.

Such terrifying power was clearly not something a Dou Zong expert should possess.

"As expected of the most violent power between heaven and earth!" Shen Shihuang endured the agony of his body being torn apart, gritting his teeth and hardening his resolve.

Between heaven and earth, fire and lightning were the most violent forces.

They were also the most destructive.

BOOM!!

Thunder continued to hammer down upon Shen Shihuang, coating him in a layer of silver radiance, though faint mists of blood were intermingled within.

Strength and misery coexisted.

Zi Yan watched Shen Shihuang in the air, a look of worry appearing on her small face.

Previously, Shen Shihuang would occasionally let out a cry of pain, but now, there was not a sound.

This situation persisted for two days.

Over those two days, a thick cocoon of lightning had formed around Shen Shihuang, to the point that even Zi Yan could no longer sense his life force.

"He isn't dead, is he?"

Watching the lightning within the mist begin to fade, Zi Yan emerged from her hiding spot.

Dou Qi wings sprouted from her back as she flew to Shen Shihuang's side.

Through the lightning cocoon, Zi Yan could only vaguely make out Shen Shihuang inside.

He remained standing, and half of the black bone wings on his back had transformed into a silvery white, with lightning visibly flickering across them.

It looked incredibly profound.

Zi Yan reached out a small hand and tapped the lightning cocoon surrounding Shen Shihuang, only to have sparks of electricity hiss against her fingertip, forcing her to quickly pull her hand back.

"Old Shen?" Zi Yan called out to Shen Shihuang inside the cocoon.

Shen Shihuang did not stir in the slightest.

Just then.

A surge of black mist rolled in.

"Heh heh~~~~~~"

Accompanied by a shrill, grating sound, Zi Yan grew instantly vigilant and turned to look.

A figure in black robes emerged from the mist, the sound of clanking chains trailing from his body.

"It's you!"

Upon seeing the man's appearance, Zi Yan recognized him instantly. This was the very guy who had snatched the Moonlight Spirit Heart Grass she had been waiting for.

Fury flared on Zi Yan's small face.

"Heh heh, little one, I didn't expect to see you again. Though your strength is quite peculiar, you are no match for me."

Protector Jin said with a sinister tone.

Zi Yan stood in front of Shen Shihuang, watching Protector Jin warily. "What do you want?"

Protector Jin's gaze shifted to Shen Shihuang. "After being struck by lightning for so long, he's likely already dead. Move aside, little one; perhaps I can still salvage his soul. If we wait any longer, the power of this lightning will likely annihilate his soul entirely."

Hearing Protector Jin's words, Zi Yan frowned.

Then.

"Hmph, you're no good person. Besides, who said Old Shen is dead?"

The power in Zi Yan's body gathered in her fist, emitting a faint, glowing light. "If you take another step forward, I won't be polite!"

Seeing Zi Yan's fist, Protector Jin paused for a moment before saying, "The strength you possess is indeed formidable, but in the face of absolute power, it is not enough!"

"Soul-Startling Palm!"

Protector Jin struck out with a palm toward Zi Yan, the black Dou Qi energy carrying a piercing, screeching sound akin to wailing souls that made one's emotions involuntarily flare with agitation.

As the black palm print reached Zi Yan, it transformed into a human face, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws in a truly eerie display.

"Hmph!"

A brilliant purple light erupted from Zi Yan's fist, and she slammed it directly into the palm print shaped like a human face.

Boom!

However, despite Zi Yan's immense strength, Protector Jin was, after all, a four-star Dou Zong.

The gap in their strength was simply too vast.

"Hmph!"

"Hmph!"

"Hmph!"

Zi Yan's body was sent flying backward in an instant, only to be caught by a bolt of lightning.

Zi Yan looked over and saw a silver-white magical beast appearing in front of Shen Shihuang.

Its entire body was covered in swaying, silky silver-white fur, and on its large head, only a single lightning scale sat in the center of its forehead. A horn atop its head flickered with lightning, its four hooves seemed to tread upon white clouds, and as for its tail, it was barely half a foot long—if one didn't look closely, it was nearly invisible.

The magical beast stood roughly a zhang tall and half a zhang long, its silver fur flowing as it stood in the air, treading on four clouds; it was truly majestic!

Its aura was unmistakably that of a Tier 7 magical beast.

"You saved me?" Zi Yan asked, watching as the lightning that had caught her retreated back into the beast's body.

The magical beast replied to Zi Yan: "Hmph!"

"Hmph!"

Whether the sound came from its mouth or its nose, Zi Yan noticed that every time it "hmph-ed," a burst of lightning erupted from its maw!

"Something's not right!" Zi Yan's small face crinkled. Usually, magical beasts would show some trepidation upon seeing her, but this one showed none at all.

Seeing the suddenly appeared magical beast, Protector Jin looked up toward the lightning mist in the sky.

Zi Yan hadn't seen how the beast appeared, but he had.

It had clearly descended from the lightning mist.

"This beast seems problematic," Protector Jin thought, eyeing the creature in front of Shen Shihuang with vigilance.

Because.

He had never seen a magical beast like this before.

Was it like a lion with a horn?

No, it had more fur than a lion, and it was softer and more handsome.

Was it a canine-type magical beast?

Still no, it was clearly larger, stronger, and more handsome!

"It's just a Tier 7 magical beast!" Protector Jin didn't know what the beast intended to do.

However, his performance review was right before his eyes, and there was no reason to give up—not to mention it was the soul of a Dou Zong powerhouse. Since joining the Soul Hall, this was the first time he had encountered such a prize.

Whether he could secure a permanent position depended on this one move!

Having made up his mind, Protector Jin lunged forward, attempting to bypass the beast to reach Shen Shihuang's side.

Just as he was about to close in on Shen Shihuang.

The silver-white beast, which had appeared so docile, let out that sound once more.

"Hmph!"

A bolt of lightning erupted from its single horn, lashing out toward Protector Jin.