The very first bolt of lightning had reduced all twenty-three of his Formation Disks to ash. Wasn't that far too terrifying?
"No, not enough. Not enough—still far too few."
Bao Xiaotou said anxiously, then began inscribing Formation Disks again. That was right, he inscribed all his Formation Disks on the spot; after all, he did not have that much stockpiled.
He had sold all his stock long ago.
Boom, boom, boom.
The next moment, three bolts of lightning fell in succession. Under Bao Xiaotou's incredulous gaze, a full eighty Formation Disks turned to ash before the lightning finally dissipated.
"Hiss..."
Bao Xiaotou sucked in a sharp breath. Three lightning tribulations had shattered one hundred and three of his Formation Disks?
The Formation Disks that had once blanketed the ground were now reduced to just five, lying forlornly by his feet.
As though the lightning tribulation had no intention of giving Bao Xiaotou a moment to catch his breath, the fifth bolt descended at once. Bao Xiaotou watched helplessly as the final five Formation Disks turned to ash in an instant before they could even serve their purpose.
The remaining force of the lightning then split mercilessly toward the crown of his head.
"Damn it, come out!"
Bao Xiaotou rapidly formed hand seals. From within the tattered canvas bag beneath his feet, a golden Formation Disk suddenly rose. Its surface emanated an unfathomable, mystical aura.
The golden Formation Disk shot above Bao Xiaotou's head, then spread a massive golden radiance that enveloped him within.
The lightning power struck the golden barrier without mercy, yet no matter how fiercely it ravaged it, the golden barrier stood immovable as a mountain, without the slightest tremor.
Even after the lightning faded, the golden barrier remained wholly intact.
Yet when Bao Xiaotou saw a tiny