Without using Fenghou Strange Gates for enhancement or unleashing any large-scale soul skill, it was merely an utterly ordinary strike of Yang Five Thunders.
Yet in an instant, dark clouds surged across the clear sky for thousands of miles. Black clouds pressed down like they were about to crush the city, and the light between heaven and earth suddenly dimmed as endless power of lightning frantically gathered within the clouds.
Rumble—!!!
Thunder shook the heavens, and bolts of lightning writhed wildly. The entire world was shrouded in terrifying thunderous might, as though the end of days had arrived.
A blue-white bolt of lightning several zhang thick descended from the clouds with world-destroying force, striking straight at Huyan Zhen!
There was no suspense whatsoever.
Huyan Zhen's Martial Soul Avatar, which he had been so proud of and considered invincible, along with the five diamond barriers, met that lightning like ice and snow beneath the blazing sun. They instantly melted, shattered, and turned into dust scattered across the sky.
"NO!!!"
Huyan Zhen stared despairingly at the lightning filling the sky. He regretted it. He should never have obeyed Salas's orders and come here to assassinate Lin Ya.
No, he never should have gotten entangled with Spirit Hall in the first place. Unfortunately... his regret came too late.
The blue-white lightning did not slow in the slightest, directly swallowing Huyan Zhen's body whole.
In the blink of an eye, heaven and earth returned to calm.
Only a scorched patch remained where he had stood. Where was there even the slightest trace of Huyan Zhen?
An eighty-ninth-ranked peak Soul Douluo, and the master of one of the Seven Great Clans, had been reduced to ashes, leaving behind only eight soul rings of varying colors as proof that he had once existed in this world.