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Just as Egui Zi finished casting his third curse—the Decapitation Curse—the Flying Heaven Barbarian atop the skull altar bit down on the Hairy Man's head. At that very moment, a sound suddenly rang out.
Crack!
Thunder cracked in a clear sky. A fissure suddenly opened above Penghu Island, and a bolt of silver-purple lightning burst forth, like a divine giant axe, cleaving straight down toward the top of the sinister altar.
Feeling the tremendous might of that lightning, Egui Zi's expression changed in horror.
The lightning's aura was so fierce and violent, its descent so swift, that it caught him utterly unprepared. In truth, had he not recently witnessed the Daoist's profound mastery of Thunder Arts, he would never even have suspected Cheng Xinzhan was behind this bolt.
He was the one raising an altar and casting curses right now. How could his opponent's attack possibly reach him?
Egui Zi had never imagined he would come under attack while raising an altar inside his own cave abode, so he had prepared no means of protecting it beforehand. Most importantly, the only Banner Flag he possessed that could counter Thunder Arts had been taken away. Seeing the lightning descend, he had no time to think. There was only a jar of Extremely Yin Impure Blood beside him, so he seized it and splashed its contents at the lightning, pouring out every last drop.
But how could filthy blood stop lightning? It was burned into nothingness on contact, and the drowned ghosts and wronged souls of young women within it had their souls scattered as well. The lightning descended with undiminished force.
Egui Zi's eyes nearly split their sockets. The Altar Rite was still underway; if the altar were destroyed, he would be grievously injured,