"If it gets angry, you'll really be struck dead."
Han Yu was caught between advancing and retreating and glanced at Ling Wuce...
Ling Wuce dared not relax in the slightest. Sure enough, just as the Tribulation Thunder made no progress for a moment, the Thunder Ball underwent a new change.
Amidst the flickering thunder, the spherical shape suddenly shattered, countless tiny lightning arcs pierced through the array, and struck the shield.
In an instant, a dazzling purple light enveloped it heavily.
A moment later, the white light receded to reveal Ling Wuce's figure; the shield formed by spiritual power was already riddled with holes.
This was already equivalent to a full-force blow from a similarly-ranked expert.
With lingering fear, Ling Wuce glanced nervously at the dark clouds above.
"What trick are you trying to pull now?"
Glass, though hidden in the fog, kept watching outside, and the moment it saw Han Yu's expression, it knew he was up to no good again.
