The dense spikes pierced thousands of holes into Ying Huo and drew much blood. Such an injury couldn't even be recovered by the Greenspark Tower in the real world. Every single spike was sharper and harder than Ying Huo's feathers. Long had clearly spent a lot of effort on them in his twenty-odd years of cultivating. His body had grade-eight sword ki, and perhaps even more than one type. 

The spikes continued on toward Tianming before three halls formed from black lightning formed to stop them. Every single tile of the halls was formed from dense lightning bolts, their appearance ushering in a storm of destructive lightning that bathed Long's body.

"Hehe!" He merely smirked and charged into the electrified zone,...