"How could this lightning be so powerful?" Wu Yuan found it hard to believe.
He opened his mouth and spat out a small corpse coffin, which flew into the air.
The corpse coffin swelled in the wind, growing to more than ten feet long in the blink of an eye.
Its entire body was blood-red, wreathed in corpse qi.
The corpse coffin shot skyward, heading straight for the violet-gold lightning.
"Rumble!"
The two collided with a deafening crash.
The corpse qi on the coffin rapidly dissipated, turning into green smoke.
Yet more corpse qi poured forth from within, ceaseless and inexhaustible.
Meanwhile, under the corpse coffin's upstream charge, that bolt of violet-gold lightning was forcibly split apart. Like a purple waterfall, it cascaded down, washing over the coffin's surface.
Wu Yuan's expression turned grim as he controlled the corpse coffin with all his strength, resisting the lightning.
He could roughly judge that the lightning cultivator hidden somewhere out of sight had a lower cultivation than his own.
But the heavenly might contained within this violet-gold lightning was vast as a sea of mist. It heavily restrained his corpse-path methods, forcing him to treat it with the utmost caution.
Just then, Wu Yuan's heart suddenly lurched with alarm.
This sense of unease came from behind him.
Nine transparent blades.
A divine-sense attack! Wu Yuan was shocked.
The violet-gold lightning had merely been a feint to draw his attention. These transparent blades were the true killing blow.
By the time he noticed the nine transparent blades, they were already only a few dozen yards away.
Wu Yuan hurriedly summoned a palm-sized jade token. As he poured spiritual power into it, the jade token gave off a faint glow.
Before Wu Yuan could further activate the jade token, the nine transparent blades had