Even the mightiest Thunder Series cannot bridge the vast divide between a Four-Realm Mage and a Five-Realm True Man.
Lacking both mana and Taoist cultivation, even with the advantage of favorable timing and geography, the force of thunderstorms stands little chance against his protective skill.
This was the crux of the Dry Prosperous Taoist's confidence.
But now...
"Boom!"
A thunderclap exploded, instantly blanking his mind. The Dry Prosperous Taoist's body trembled; his crown shattered out of nowhere, leaving hair disheveled and blood flowing from his mouth, despite no physical assault.
"No, this can't be possible!"
"Five Thunder Boom, divine punishment, destruction of heaven and earth!"
"Five Thunder Destroying God Spell!!!"
"How could such a curse spell, cast by a mere mage, achieve such terror?"
"Its mighty power even challenges my Dry Prosperous Life and Death Skill!"
