"..."
Nalan Xuance lowered his head.
A segment of snow-white lightning pierced through his chest, entering from the front and exiting from the back.
Thunder Technique?
No—
Nalan Xuance could sense that the lightning piercing his chest had transcended the realm of Thunder Technique. In the instant the lightning penetrated, both the Iron Curtain and Shadow responded.
But both were too slow.
The feeling was as if time had stagnated.
"Time Dao?"
Nalan Xuance extended his palm, feeling the scorching sensation through his chest as he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse.
The pitch-black night was like a curtain enveloping everything.
Chen Chong stood in the center of the Inner Court, surrounded by a radius of three zhang, still flickering with snow-white lightning, his entire being as dazzling as the sun. Apart from that, the entire Inner Court was filled with pitch-black threads.
Those countless black threads densely spread towards the center of the Thunder Realm.
However.
