Between heaven and earth, nothing was as swift as lightning.
Tu Du had long since witnessed the might of Yu Ci's Five Thunder Talismans, and he had held a deep disdain for such runic arts of little consequence. His miscalculation in prediction meant that by the time he realized something was wrong, it was already too late.
With lightning plummeting from the heavens, compared to those lightning bolts that cleaved the void, Tu Du's speed was like crawling in a quagmire. He watched wide-eyed as the thunderous light pierced straight down, and he only had time to angrily curse "brats!" before being swallowed by the pale purple thunder-fire.
Though the momentum was astonishing, that was merely a natural phenomenon during the operation of thunder techniques. Judged by pure might, this lightning absolutely could not match that Flying Sword. Yet the world feared the word "counteraction" above all else. Even though he was an ancient monster who had cultivated for three hundred years, and even though he was a Returning Elixir senior expert proficient in spellcraft, at this moment, facing the thunder-fire that tore apart the clouds and mist, terror gripped his heart.
This had nothing to do with will or psychology; it was simply the Yin spirit's most instinctive dread of Heavenly Punishment Lightning.
The Five Thunder Talismans are all the same, so why is this one so much stronger? If he was holding back before, talisman scripts possess spiritual resonance and arts are formed by nature—how could any talisman in this world hold back power... Could he really have picked it up?
If Yu Ci could hear Tu Du's inner thoughts, he might have kindly explained to him: the first Five Thunder Talismans really were picked up. They were precisely among those few jade talismans Yu Ci obtained after