At the sight of the tribulation lightning, its power still terrifying, Song Wen almost instinctively summoned the Lightning-Avoiding Divine Willow.
But a moment later, he forcibly restrained the impulse.
He had not yet reached the point where, like a donkey whose tricks had been exhausted, he had nothing left to offer.
A single-use treasure like the Lightning-Avoiding Divine Willow might prove invaluable if he saved it.
Yet in that brief moment of hesitation, the tribulation lightning had already reached him.
Boom!
And so-
In the eyes of the spectators more than ten thousand li away, Song Wen was reduced to ash beneath the tribulation lightning.
"This..."
Someone could not help crying out, but a glance at Ying Wu's grim expression ahead made them forcibly swallow the rest of their words.
Ying Wu merely clenched his fists and said nothing.
Xuan Li likewise gritted her teeth, watching that dazzling silver-white bolt with anxiety and concern.
"No, the tribulation lightning hasn't dissipated. The sect master should be unharmed," the Spirit-Stripping Venerable said.
The lightning continued plunging through the air, heading straight toward the enormous pit that the Blood Sea had compressed into the ground earlier.
Song Wen's figure had already appeared at the bottom of the pit, with clumps of disintegrating blood scattered around him.
His expression was calm, and a savage, destructive aura surged from his entire body.
The next instant, his flesh began to crack, revealing a crisscrossing web of wounds.
Yet not a drop of blood seeped from those hideous wounds. Instead, strands of black lightning shot out.
The lightning gathered into a bolt as thick as a washbasin, then soared into the sky.
Boom!
The two bolts, one dark and one silver, collided violently in midair.
A terrifying shock wave swept in every direction, carrying tiny fragments of