The lingering might of the third bolt had barely dispersed when, before Zhu Fuxian could catch his breath, the Tribulation Clouds' vortex began spinning faster and faster. Its originally murky gray gradually took on a layer of white, while the Golden Baleful Qi grew ever denser.
The oppressive force was heavier than before, the sense of danger even greater. Even many of those atop Azurewood Peak could not help taking half a step back.
Xu Changqing also felt a tightness in his chest, his heart growing increasingly stifled.
Someone suddenly shouted, "The fourth bolt is here!"
No sooner had the words fallen than a rumbling "sizzle, sizzle" rose from the Tribulation Clouds, as though countless pieces of metal were grinding violently against one another.
It made the listeners' scalps crawl, goosebumps rising all over their bodies.
Then, a gray bolt at least twice as thick as the third one came crashing down.
Yet everyone was astonished to discover that this lightning was different from the previous one.
As it descended, countless black vines drilled out from within it. Sharp barbs grew along them, every barb gleaming with a cold, sinister luster. Like venomous snakes baring their fangs, they shot straight toward Zhu Fuxian below.
"It's Soulbinding Vine!"
"This thing can bind the flesh and hook the soul!"
"The Golden Baleful Qi on those barbs drills into the soul. It's ten times more insidious than the Soul-Piercing Needle and a hundred times more vicious than the True-False Axe!"
Among those present were Nascent Soul True Lords who had undergone Tribulation Transcendence. At a glance, they recognized what kind of lightning this was and the damage it would inflict.
By rights, an Inferior Nascent Soul's tribulation should not have been so terrifying.
It seemed the greater reason was still that Zhu Fuxian