Lightning arced through the air, striking the golden serpentine grass in a burst of sparks. The grass's glow dimmed a bit, but it had more than enough energy to keep advancing. It continued to shoot toward the thunder beast, a deathly screech resounding within the hall.
Is… is that Goldlight? Did Tang Wulin fuse Goldlight into the bluesilver grass?
This was the the first time anyone present had ever seen Tang Wulin's bluesilver grass behave like this, even Gu Yue and Xie Xie.
Goldlight whipped its tail and the grass behind it stood up straight. It took on a golden luster and began moving to form a gold snake of which Goldlight was the head. Below the snake, an enormous formation, a battle array, blazed into existence.
"Is that a spirit soul skill?" Yuanen Yehui and Yue Zhengyu asked in unison.
