Those pitch-black tendrils of death qi, dark as ink and radiating a cold, rotten aura, were like venomous snakes from the Nine Hells. Every hair on Lu Lin's body stood on end as a fatal sense of crisis surged through him.
He could no longer afford to care about the cost. Without the slightest hesitation, he exchanged for another "Martial Dao Scourge" and empowered his right hand with it!
Zzzlaaa—!
The Thunder True Aura surging through his body was like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, madly converging toward his right hand, compressing, condensing!
At the edge of his palm, countless fine arcs of lightning leaped and flickered, bursting with heart-stopping waves of destruction. The air was scorched, giving off a sharp, burnt stench.
"Cut—!"
Lu Lin's eyes flashed like lightning. His right hand formed a blade with the edge of his palm, and he slashed with all his might at the black net of tendrils ahead that blotted out the sky and covered the sun!
A massive lightning blade-light, condensed to the extreme, its edges faintly shimmering with Thunder Punishment patterns, tore through the thick darkness and deathly silence like the first dawn that split heaven and earth, hacking viciously into the interwoven black death-qi tendrils!
Zzzzzzz—pfft!
It was like a red-hot branding iron cutting into solid ice!
Wherever the lightning blade-light passed, the black death-qi tendrils, so dense they seemed impossible to dissolve, let out an ear-piercing hiss of melting. Great billows of foul green smoke rose as they were split in two from the middle, completely severed!
That incomparably tenacious net of death was forcibly torn open, leaving a long, narrow rift!
A chance!
Lu Lin turned into lightning and shot through that rift by a hair's breadth, completely breaking out of the black tendrils' encirclement.