Purple lightning crisscrossed the air like roaring lightning dragons, bathing the entire world in purple.
Without hesitation, Lin Shisan plunged into the Sea of Lightning, his figure flickering in and out of sight amid the lightning.
The Nine Heavens True Dragon Art circulated furiously. The Hornless Dragon True Spirit thrashed and roared in his Dantian, the little horn on its forehead flashing with dazzling light.
Whenever lightning struck, it opened its jaws and devoured it madly.
It transformed the violent power of lightning into pure spiritual power, then fed it back to Lin Shisan.
Far from being suppressed in the Sea of Lightning, his Fifth Stage of Meridian Opening cultivation was like a fish in water.
His speed was even more astonishing. He darted through the lightning like a bolt himself, penetrating a hundred zhang in the blink of an eye.
Everyone behind him stared as if dumbstruck, blinking their big, dark eyes and exchanging bewildered looks. What was going on?
"Has Xiao Han lost his mind?"
Lei Potian stood at the edge of the Sea of Lightning, his expression so grave it could have dripped water.
Golden Buddhist light flowed around him, keeping every falling bolt three feet away.
But he dared not advance any farther. This Sea of Lightning was far more powerful than the area outside.
Even with his cultivation at the peak of the Sixth Stage of Meridian Opening-now already at Eighth Meridian Opening-recklessly entering still carried the risk of death.
Ye Xingchen also stopped, holding his Greatsword across his body as sword light flowed like a ribbon of silk.
He stared at Lin Shisan's retreating figure as it vanished into the Thunder Sea, his eyes filled with doubt and confusion.
Why did this person's background seem so familiar, as though he had seen it somewhere