BOOM!
A deafening explosion tore through the chamber, momentarily banishing the otherworldly purple light. Dust billowed outwards, obscuring both Yun Lintian and the incoming attack.
Feng Jian, a smirk plastered across his face, watched in morbid anticipation. A measly Lower God daring to catch his lightning attack? Laughable.
But as the dust settled, the smirk swiftly evaporated from Feng Jian's face, replaced by a look of utter bewilderment.
Yun Lintian stood perfectly unharmed, his hand outstretched, a crackling ball of identical white-hot lightning held firmly in his grasp.
"Impossible!" Feng Jian roared, his voice laced with disbelief. "How can a Lower God withstand such an attack?!"
Although he only used twenty percent in his attack, it should be more than enough to kill Yun Lintian. Even if it failed, leaving a wound was inevitable. However, the scene in front of him defied all of his common senses.
