Lightning Array.
A Third-tier formation designed purely for attack—summons the power of thunder from the heavens.
Its devastating strike was equivalent to the full-force blow of a fourth-level Foundation Opening Realm warrior.
The Nether Snow Lion, having recently advanced to the third rank, had already exhausted much of its strength under the onslaught of Jiang Chen's Triple-Seal Formation. Now, with Jiang Chen's lightning strike, the beast was critically wounded, its vitality drained.
"Qingxue, let's finish this together!"
Without hesitation, Jiang Chen launched himself into the air, his movement technique propelling him like a falling meteor. He landed a fierce blow directly on the Nether Snow Lion's head.
Strike while the iron is hot.
Jiang Chen wasn't about to give the beast any chance to recover.
Meng Qingxue followed suit, her long sword gleaming as it cut through the air. The blade's edge glowed with lethal energy, targeting the beast's vulnerable eyes.
Under their relentless, coordinated assault, the Nether Snow Lion roared in defiance before collapsing, lifeless.
The battle was over, but Ye Qingshuang could only stare in disbelief.
"A third-rank monster… killed so easily?"
Her voice trembled as she finally found her words.
"This guy is… a monster among monsters."
She had known Jiang Chen was strong, but this was beyond anything she had imagined.
The Nether Snow Lion was a genuine third-rank beast, a creature on par with a Foundation Opening Realm warrior. Yet, Jiang Chen had made defeating it look effortless—almost routine.
Effortless wasn't the word; it was a complete annihilation.
After ensuring the beast was truly dead, Jiang Chen and the group proceeded deeper into the valley. They soon found the cave that had been the Nether Snow Lion's lair.
At the cave's deepest point, Jiang Chen's eyes fell upon a small, crystal-clear pond.
Suspended above the pond, two milky-white stalagmites hung from the cave ceiling. They dripped a precious, shimmering liquid into the water below.
"Bamboo Shoot Spirit Milk!"
Jiang Chen's eyes gleamed with excitement. He quickly approached and began collecting the precious liquid.
It took the trio half an hour to carefully harvest the Spirit Milk. Satisfied with their haul, they prepared to leave.
Just as they turned to exit, a voice echoed from outside the cave.
"Brother Lei, the Heavenly Bamboo Shoot Spirit Milk must be here."
Several figures entered the cave, led by a familiar face—the purple-haired boy who had fled from the Nether Snow Lion earlier.
Jiang Chen's eyes narrowed. So, he survived and brought reinforcements.
The boy smirked arrogantly. "Hand over the Tiansun Spirit Milk, now!"
Jiang Chen's eyes turned cold. "And who exactly are you to demand anything from me?"
"You were running for your life from the Nether Snow Lion just moments ago. If we hadn't killed it, you'd be dead. Instead of gratitude, you bring others to rob us?"
His voice was like ice. "I saved your life. And this is how you repay me?"
The purple-haired boy sneered. "You don't know who you're dealing with. Hand over the Spirit Milk, or we'll take it by force."
Jiang Chen's expression darkened. A cold killing intent filled the cave.
"You've just sealed your fate. No one—absolutely no one—can stop me from killing you today."