"Cloud-Piercing Awl."
Bal Rakshasa clasped his hands before his chest. The six spears behind him shot up violently, and six long swords converged, spinning furiously.
A massive tornado formed between them. The longer it gathered power, the stronger it grew. At last, the two attacks collided.
For a moment, neither gave way. Terrifying shockwaves spread outward layer upon layer, scattering the surrounding clouds.
"Damn it, you're only at the early Heavenly Immortal stage. How can you possess such strength?"
Cold sweat streamed down Bal Rakshasa's forehead.
He was merely an early Heavenly Immortal, yet Bal Rakshasa was actually no match for him.
"There's plenty you don't know. It's time to finish you."
Cang Yun stood high in the sky, golden lightning coiling around his body, his eyes gleaming with a golden hue.
Behind him, a golden wheel manifested, hovering at his back as it slowly turned.
Cang Yun slowly released the spear in his right hand. It floated before him and spun violently. Gradually, a golden sacred dragon emerged from the wheel behind him.
The golden sacred dragon coiled around the spear, attaching itself to it. The golden radiance it released illuminated the entire secret realm.
"Divine Might Descends."
Cang Yun's voice rang out with overwhelming majesty. The next instant, an even louder dragon's roar resounded throughout the secret realm. Cang Yun thrust both hands forward fiercely, and in an instant, the spear transformed into a bolt of lightning that plunged down from on high, aimed directly at Bal Rakshasa below.
Around the spear, a golden sacred void followed close behind.
Even space trembled, as though it could not bear Cang Yun's attack.
"Damn it, Helen, what are you standing around for? Block him for me!"
Drops of cold sweat ran down Bal Rakshasa's face. He looked at the golden