Wu Tu's chest lit up with a blinding golden light, a huge shadow of a Golden Crow appeared above his head in the void, opening its mouth to spew out a stream of golden flames, turning the incoming white ice blades into nothingness.
Deafening thunder roared from high above, with flashes of lightning and rolling thunder, as thick silver bolts streaked across the sky, striking toward Wu Tu and the others.
Just as Wu Tu and his companions were about to counter, a piercing screech rang out beside their ears, making them feel dizzy and disoriented, as if their heads had struck a copper wall and iron barrier.
The silver lightning struck their bodies, with the silver light engulfing their figures.
A grating sound of cleaving air rang out, a long spear wrapped in ceaseless golden light shot forth, piercing through the lightning to emit a woman's scream of agony.
