With that, Lu Yuanzhen stepped in front of Tang Changsheng. The Primordial Yang Divine Lamp became a fire dragon that swept forward, nearly engulfing the so-called Underworld God Guard whole.
But the Underworld God Guard was a formidable being at the Yang Spirit level. How could a fire dragon kill him so easily?
A Golden Spear pierced through the fire dragon in an instant. With a mournful cry, the dragon collapsed, and the spear shot onward like lightning.
Lu Yuanzhen's expression shifted. His cultivation followed the path of creating myriad arts with a single thought, a path at its strongest when it was strange and unpredictable.
Meeting an opponent head-on like this was not his strength.
But he had to protect Tang Changsheng. He could only grit his teeth and prepare to take the blow.
Just then, several orbs of light flew out from behind him.
Each orb was no bigger than a soccer ball. They looked as though countless colors had been shattered and stirred together, yet the colors never mixed. Their boundaries stayed as clear as the divide between two rivers, even as they constantly shifted.
They were beautiful enough to hold the eye, and they carried a terrifying power.
In a blink, they struck the spear and exploded with a violence no one had expected.
Even the Underworld God Guard had not foreseen it. His seemingly unstoppable momentum faltered in an instant, leaving him looking almost battered.
"Magnetic Thunderbolts!"
Lu Yuanzhen recognized them at once. He had seen much of the world; though Magnetic Thunderbolts were rare, he knew what they were.
He knew they were powerful, with a restraining effect on virtually anything below the Yin Spirit level.
But against a being at or above the Yang Spirit level, they posed little threat.
Those few Magnetic