Song Wen watched the Ox-Head Ghost draw ever closer, yet remained utterly unhurried, forming several lightning seals with both hands.
He had clearly prepared this long ago. At some unknown moment, black clouds had already blanketed the sky, making the already dim evening sky even darker, as though night had quietly descended.
Deep within the clouds, dim golden streams of light faintly coursed about, radiating the majestic heavenly might of supremacy.
As Song Wen formed his final lightning seal, a dark golden bolt as thick as a water barrel burst through the storm clouds. Like a twisted monstrous serpent, it tore through the heavens and struck straight at the Ox-Head Ghost.
"Rumble!"
Thunder exploded.
The dark golden lightning crashed into the Ox-Head Ghost and abruptly detonated, engulfing everything within a radius of thirty meters around it.
The Ox-Head Ghost's body immediately stiffened. The nether ghost qi roiling around it melted and scattered at a rapid pace, as though it had encountered its natural bane.
"Vast Extremity Divine Thunder! And with such immense power—are you also from the Divine Blood Sect?" Yin Zhuang roared.
In that instant, he overturned his prior judgment of Song Wen—that Song Wen was merely someone hiding in the shadows to reap the benefits—and instead believed that Song Wen was a hidden contingency arranged by Yu Bi or the Blood Skeleton Lord.
Song Wen offered no response.
He summoned the Thunder Kui Wings and turned into a streak of lightning, speeding past the Ox-Head Ghost.
He knew full well that although the Vast Extremity Divine Thunder he had cast possessed astonishing momentum, its power was limited by his cultivation and was insufficient to truly grievously wound, much less kill, the Ox-Head Ghost.
The latter was merely a nether ghost creature, intimidated by the supremely yang and unyieldingly