"What... what kind of lightning art is this?!"
Kong Lingxiao's colossal true form hovered in midair, his glassy giant eyes fixed fiercely upon the devastating lightning prison overhead. Countless Violet-Gold bolts reflected in his pupils as they struck down madly, and his mind suffered an unprecedented shock and intimidation!
He had lived for tens of billions of years and seen all manner of powerful lightning divine abilities in the Primordial World, yet never—never—had he witnessed such violent, dense, utterly... unreasonable lightning bombardment!
When ordinary Saints used top-tier lightning divine abilities, unleashing dozens or even hundreds of divine lightning bolts of equal power in one breath already demonstrated profound magical power and masterful divine arts.
Yet this Zhang Shuai... his lightning art seemed to consume nothing and know no limit. That golden thundercloud was like an inexhaustible sea of lightning's origin, while those billions of Violet-Gold Divine Thunder bolts formed an endless torrent of destruction pouring from within!
This had completely exceeded the bounds of his understanding of divine abilities. It was practically heaven and earth itself raging in fury, the manifestation of Great Dao lightning!
"This is too outrageous... How can the Boundless Saint possibly be this powerful?"
Such supreme heavenly lightning might, enough to make every living being tremble instinctively, was like an invisible giant hand tightly gripping the throats and hearts of every creature beneath this lightning prison!
Before this world-destroying heavenly lightning might, his late-stage Demon King cultivation and the majesty of his colossal true form both seemed utterly insignificant.
Kong Lingxiao's eyes nearly split open. He knew that if the Seven-Colored Firmament Killing Formation broke, the Peacock Clan would face merciless slaughter. Therefore, he had to interrupt Zhang Shuai's divine ability. He had to close in and fight him, forcing him to stop this damned lightning