With a thought from Song Wen, the Chasing Sun Spear appeared out of thin air, then swiftly shot skyward, piercing toward the cavern ceiling overhead.
At the same time, electric serpents suddenly burst forth over Song Wen's hands.
As he spread his palms, lightning surged from his hands like furious dragons erupting from the abyss.
The blazing lightning tore through the pitch-black source qi and raced toward the passage through which he had come.
The thunder vanished into the depths of the passage, and the roar of thunder and piercing shrieks rang out at once.
Song Wen frowned. The divine-sense attack carried within the shrieks made him feel slightly unwell.
His figure abruptly rose, carrying the Nether Fox as he swept toward the vertical shaft that the Chasing Sun Spear had carved through the ceiling.
Chunks of rock, large and small, continuously fell from above and struck the mana shield with loud bangs.
Song Wen had no time to concern himself with them.
As he sped upward through the vertical shaft, his ten fingers flew like shadows.
Bolts of lightning formed one after another before him, then crashed downward, seeking only to disrupt the resentful spirit and slow its pursuit.
Suddenly.
The source qi below began to churn, roaring skyward like a black torrent.
A descending bolt of lightning met the torrent and instantly shattered into countless tiny sparks, vanishing without a trace within the black flood.
The source qi's momentum did not diminish. It continued to shoot upward through the air like a massive pillar holding up the heavens, bearing down directly on Song Wen.
Song Wen's pupils abruptly contracted. With a flip of his hand, an earth-yellow talisman appeared in his palm.
As a wisp of mana entered it, the talisman suddenly shattered, transforming into an earthen-brown radiance