Strike while he was down—take his life!
How could Song Wen let such a fine opportunity slip by?
His hands formed lightning seals, and Great Firmament Divine Thunder descended once more.
"Rumble!"
Purple-gold lightning struck Wu Yuan.
Wu Yuan immediately plummeted, crashing onto the platform from before and blasting out an enormous crater.
He lay sprawled at the bottom of the pit, most of his robes torn apart to reveal the black armor beneath.
The reason Wu Yuan had survived the Great Firmament Divine Thunder was that, although his consciousness had been somewhat muddled when the thunder was about to strike, he still knew the situation was dire. With all his strength, he had finally managed to mobilize the spiritual power within him and barely activate his close-fitting armor, causing sheets of black scales to extend and cover his entire body.
At this moment, his entire body was covered in a layer of black metal scales, with wisps of purple-gold lightning still lingering across them, constantly flickering and slithering about.
Before Wu Yuan had any chance to catch his breath, another nine Soul-Concentrating Spikes shot toward him and pierced into his skull.
Wu Yuan's body suddenly began to convulse violently.
Yet he seemed to understand that the black armor covering him was a matter of life and death. Therefore, he continued to do his utmost to sustain it.
"Who are you? Why are you attacking me? I am an enforcer of Moon-Covering Hall. If you kill me, Moon-Covering Hall will never let you off!" Wu Yuan shouted loudly, hoping to use Moon-Covering Hall's name to frighten off his enemy.
However, his voice trembled, as though merely speaking those words was an enormous drain on his divine sense.
Cloaked from head to toe in black, Song Wen did not say a