In the Nine Rivers Sacred Realm, on the Wuming River, one of its nine great rivers,
Mist hung thick, giving off a strange radiance under the influence of Hunyuan Power.
Transformed by the Holy Realm's great formation, Hunyuan Power gradually became energy that cultivators could absorb.
However, unlike the complete isolation within a Source World, nowhere here was entirely cut off from Hunyuan Power.
Even though it was very thin compared to that in the Infinite Hunyuan Space, it was still present.
For that reason, one had to be at least an ultimate realm lifeform, or possess a Hunyuan Bloodline capable of adapting to Hunyuan Power,
To withstand this erosion over the long term.
"Roar!" A howl rang out, its raging sound waves tearing through the mist.
Countless bolts of lightning poured down like torrential rain. Killing intent from beyond the prison cage infused every bolt, and even an Ultimate Realm cultivator who stood at the pinnacle within a Source World could not withstand a single one.
A figure that seemed born alongside Thunderclap spread a pair of fleshy wings. Its scarlet eyes stared straight into the thunder sea, yet its movements betrayed some panic.
"Hahaha, break!" Accompanied by unrestrained laughter, a streak of sword light sliced through the dark clouds and struck the lightning creature, piercing through it.
The creature instantly split into countless bolts of lightning and merged into the void, evading the strike.
But when it appeared again, a wound had opened on its body, with black motes of light rising from it and continuously eating away at it.
Clearly, although it had evaded the strike, it had not escaped it entirely.
Another figure appeared behind it and pressed a palm directly against its back.
Endless gray mist rose, and an inexplicable pressure terrified it from deep