With matters having reached this point, Vast Dharma Heavenly Lord could only step forward and face the Demon Venerable alone.
A Spirit Transformation powerhouse was unfathomable. Had the true body come, he would most likely have been no match, but a mere avatar was nothing to fear.
Vast Dharma Heavenly Lord was a Posthumous Apotheosis, his divine body resting upon the Heavenly Court's jade investiture. With no physical body to burden him, he simply ignored Blood Sea Demon Venerable's blood-controlling technique.
Lightning gleamed in his palm, white light bursting in all directions before becoming bolts that struck savagely. The one-horned Yaksha formed from origin energy smoked and charred, reeling backward again and again.
Then he suddenly transformed into thunderlight. The Transformation Art of the Mysterious Capital Sacred Thunder-Riding Art made every part of him blaze with electricity as he lunged at the one-horned Yaksha in the form of ball lightning.
The Yaksha exploded as though a silver vase had suddenly shattered, scattering afterimages across the sky.
Yet in the next instant, great quantities of fresh blood surged from the underground spirit spring. An endless stream of vital essence swirled and flowed, reconstructing his body.
"So long as the blood sea does not dry, the Blood God does not die..."
This was the undying, indestructible method shared by the Nether River and blood sea lineage, displayed to its fullest by its current master, Blood Sea Demon Venerable.
Vast Dharma Heavenly Lord's cold laugh rang out. The ball lightning he had become continued its charge, plunging straight onto the spring's source.
Sizzle...
Thunderlight pierced through everything, powerful electric radiance spreading in every direction.
The bloody water in the spring suffered a terrifying lightning strike and was cooked through in an instant.
He might not be able to boil the true blood sea