What kind of terrifying power could an attack possess when launched by an unparalleled genius who had entered the Dou Zong realm, exhausted all his Dou Qi, used the Lightning Strike Pattern—hailed as the greatest Dou Technique beneath the Heaven rank—as its medium, and paid for it with his own lifespan through the Life-Draining Pattern?
Xiao Yan proved it with his actions. After digesting the black lightning with his devouring power, Xiao Yan raised his right hand and aimed it at Lu Zhi.
The next moment, torrential Dou Qi surged forth like a flood.
Pure Dou Qi—refined Dou Qi that had not been transformed through any Dou Technique—poured from Xiao Yan's arm with an overwhelming, mountain-crushing force.
Dou Qi alone was not particularly lethal, just as individual droplets of water could hardly harm anyone. But once the quantity of something reached a certain level, a quantitative change could produce a qualitative one.
To Lu Zhi, it felt like a gigantic hammer, filled with force, smashing down on him with a brutal blow.
The ancient thumb ring on Lu Zhi's hand transformed into a barrier that shielded him. It held on bitterly for several breaths before shattering, the ring itself cracking into several pieces.
Lu Zhi realized that he had truly reached the end of the road. The four Dou Zong-level puppets in his ring had been blown apart by one of Xiao Yan's fire lotuses. The life-saving thumb ring Lu Huangtian had given him before departure had already been greatly weakened after blocking Xiao Yan's sneak attack with the Buddha Fury Fire Lotus, and now it was completely ruined.
Although he had advanced to the Dou Zong realm, his strongest attack had drained most of the Dou Qi within him. Even the origin of his life had diminished because he