BOOM!

A huge greenish-black thunderball bombarded Nie Tian’s head.

Wisps of greenish-black lightning rapidly drilled into his mind through the top of his head.

Yuan Jiuchuan, who was quietly watching him, widened his eyes. He was clearly surprised by this.

“Mind... sea of awareness...” he muttered in a low voice. “His fleshly body might be able to withstand the lightning bombardment, but what about his sea of awareness? If he allows such lightning power to enter his sea of awareness, even his true soul may perish. Given Zheng Yi’s command of lightning power, it should be easy for his lightning power to eliminate his true soul, right?”

As an expert well-versed in lightning power, Yuan Jiuchuan was well-aware of lightning’s subduing effect on souls and spirits.

What experts like him, who practiced lightning incantations, feared the least were outsiders like Phantasms that had mighty souls, or Qi warriors like Nether Spirit Society...