Nie Li's Soul Sea had been drained dry, leaving him all but unconscious. Yet the Heavenfall Divine Thunder Sword in his hand continued squeezing every last wisp of Soul Force out of him.
He could not stop it even if he tried.
The increasingly terrifying divine might of thunder spilling from that ancient-looking greatsword made the Demon Lord tremble with fear.
Thunder posed an especially grave threat to someone like him, who cultivated a Demonic Art.
He gritted his teeth and decided he could not let that greatsword keep gathering power. Otherwise, disaster was inevitable.
Eight arms appeared once more, and the Demon Lord launched another attack.
Though Nie Li was unconscious, his body instinctively assumed a defensive stance. As if sensing its master's peril, the Heavenfall Divine Thunder Sword blazed with light and instantly unleashed a thick pillar of lightning at the Demon Lord.
The Demon Lord's eight arms had barely reached out before the lightning pillar struck them. The stench of charred flesh filled the air, and he screamed as he retreated. But the Heavenfall Divine Thunder Sword did not stop attacking, as though it had locked onto its target on its own. As its blade flashed, more lightning surged out, gathering in midair into an enormous net that descended over the Demon Lord. Golden streaks were even visible within the lightning net, with tiny Inscriptions etched into them.
Utterly terrified, the Demon Lord desperately circulated his demonic power to resist, but the lightning net was far too powerful. Amid a dazzling blaze of lightning, his piercing screams gradually faded into silence.
Then.
A black soul suddenly darted through a tiny gap in the lightning net.
Even so, that soul was like a guttering candle in the wind, seemingly ready to go out at any moment.
By then,