Facing the Primordial Chaos Divine Thunder, resplendent with heavenly might, the gray-robed cultivator finally lost his earlier composure, and undisguised panic filled his eyes.
His natal treasure was still trapped beneath the Roc's sharp claws. He could only draw forth the Killing Intent and Origin Qi within his body, sending them soaring into the sky to form two massive pillars of red and black that met the falling lightning.
"Rumble—"
The Mystic Yellow Thunder smashed through the red-and-black pillars like bamboo splitting beneath a blade, tearing them apart layer by layer before striking the gray-robed cultivator.
The gray-robed cultivator let out a miserable scream and fell toward the ground amid the remaining lightning.
After another thunderous boom, the gray-robed cultivator shattered the cracked earth and plunged deep underground, while blazing Earthfire shot into the heavens.
The Roc swooped down and plunged into the Earthfire.
The next instant, it burst back out of the Earthfire, a charred human figure now clutched beneath its claws.
The Roc casually tossed the charred figure toward Bai Jinge, and its body rapidly shrank.
Watching the blackened figure suddenly come crashing toward her, Bai Jinge was somewhat flustered, but she still circulated her mana and caught it in midair.
Then, she saw Song Wen flying toward her.
Song Wen had already returned to human form.
"Extreme Yin, you... you possess the cultivation of a Lingxu Dao Immortal?" Bai Jinge exclaimed in surprise.
"Yes," Song Wen said.
"Your method of concealing your aura is truly mysterious! On the White Rainbow Sky-Patrolling Boat, not one of the dozen or so immortals discovered you!" Bai Jinge said again.
"This is a means of preserving my life. I hope you can keep it secret, Fellow Daoist," Song Wen said.
"Rest assured, I will not mention it to anyone, not even