"That's bullying me. I didn't even say anything, and you started complaining first."
Annihilation gave a soft laugh.
He turned his head to look at the wound on his shoulder, where the last sparks of lightning still danced. Raising a finger, he wiped away the blood and brought it to his lips.
A glimmer of eerie green lit the eyes hidden beneath his hood.
"Your lightning still hurts just as much."
A hoarse laugh threaded through Annihilation's voice.
"Then let's go again."
Yan Ting brought his hands together before his chest, interlacing his fingers into an ancient hand seal.
As the seal took shape, the air around him ionized violently. Countless blue-white arcs were drawn out of the Void.
They gathered across his body, crossing and weaving into battle armor formed from pure lightning.
Lightning beasts devouring clouds shaped the armor's shoulders, while nine heavenly thunder runes were etched across its breastplate.
Each rune radiated a vast, fierce yang aura, driving the undead mist away and leaving a clear vacuum around him.
"Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, First Form: Thunderfall."
The instant Yan Ting finished speaking, a blue pillar of lightning as thick as a water vat formed from thin air above the Arena and struck down.
Its pressure made the very fabric of space over the Arena groan under the strain.
The pillar did not strike Annihilation. It fell precisely onto Yan Ting's head and poured into his crown.
In that instant, blue-white lightning enveloped Yan Ting. Two dazzling bolts flashed from his eyes, and his aura surged severalfold.
He took a step forward.
The moment his foot met the Arena, a ring of lightning ripples spread outward in every direction.
Where the ripples passed, the undead mist hissed and dissolved like snow doused in boiling water. Even the chill