Song Wen wore a righteous expression, his bearing stern and imposing. Spiritual light flickered over all ten fingers as he formed one hand seal after another.
In an instant, dark clouds blanketed the sky, churning like furious waves.
Strands of deep-brown lightning darted and coiled through the clouds.
"Lightning arts?!"
Sensing the vast heavenly might emanating from the dark clouds, as though it would sweep clean every foulness in this world, Jikong and Cizhou stared in astonishment, with faint wariness in their eyes.
Crack—
Amid rolling thunder, a deep-brown bolt as thick as a man's waist tore through the clouds and struck straight at the blood-colored lotus.
The corners of Song Wen's lips curled slightly, his expression carrying a trace of mockery.
Earlier, Jikong and Cizhou had formed their array with pure Buddhist dharma. Other than attacking it head-on, Song Wen had had no good way to deal with it.
But now, the two had actually used some so-called Blood Buddha Path power to drive the array. Though its power seemed to have risen considerably, in Song Wen's eyes, it was an enormous flaw.
The lightning struck the blood-colored lotus, but just as before, the lotus seemed like an illusion that did not exist at all. The lightning passed straight through it and blasted into the blood-colored barrier.
At once, the blood-colored barrier shuddered violently, dense ripples spreading across its surface as it roiled endlessly like a boiling pool of blood. The black scriptures upon it rapidly twisted and shattered under the impact of the deep-brown lightning, turning into wisps of black smoke that dispersed.
Seeing that the blood-colored barrier was restrained by lightning arts, Xuan Li, Yuan Rong, and Feng Zhongli did not stand idly by either, attacking with all their strength.
When the third Void-Shattering Divine Thunder descended,