The endless prairie dreamland collapsed, turning into nothingness under the power of the limitless vortex. In its place, a vast black space formed. Countless brilliant stars shined like glittering diamonds overhead, while the ground was nothing but barren black rock.
“Die!”
Lin Ming’s eyes flashed, and a black vortex fell upon Bi Tinghua, completely shredding him to bits!
However, the destroyed body of Bi Tinghua turned into millions of black butterflies that flew into the wind, scattering into all directions.
“Mm?”
Lin Ming felt his heart go cold; this Bi Tinghua was really hard to deal with.
The swarm of millions upon millions of black butterflies soared into the air, covering the entire sky. After a few moments, they all rushed towards Lin Ming, morphing into hawks as they zoomed down, their claws glinting with cold light.
Pah pah pah pah!
The millions of hawks crashed into Lin Ming, submerging into his body as if they were made of nothing but thoughts and headed straight towards his spiritual sea. At this time, Lin Ming’s spiritual sea was obscured by countless spirit hawks!
“Get out!”
Lin Ming’s eyes flashed with a purple thunder. Suddenly, massive arcs of purple lightning exploded from within Lin Ming’s spiritual sea. A gargantuan Purple Thunder Flood Dragon threaded between clouds, thunder billowing like a winter storm. Bolts of thunder the width of pillars covered the entire sea, and the hawks that were struck by this thunder could only let out unceasing pitiful screeches as they were instantly reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye, their black feathers littering the skies.
The power of thunder was the element that most restrained ghosts and illusions. This make-believe attack simply could not injure Lin Ming’s spiritual sea at all.
“Mm? His entire spiritual sea is covered in purple thunder!?”
Bi Tinghua was shocked beyond imagination. This was simply a kind of absolute soul defense. Only if the cultivation difference was too high would he be able to do anything, otherwise no one would be able to use a soul attack to damage Lin Ming’s spiritual sea.
A thunder-attribute martial artist was when the power of thunder flooded into their true essence. If their power of thunder and their true essence could achieve a 60% fusion rate, this was already very good. It would be considered a fourth-grade thunder fusion, and had enormous significance towards a martial artist’s combat potential.
If one achieved 90% thunder fusion, that would be considered as a fifth-grade fusion, and could be considered a thunder-attribute talent.
If one achieved 100%, then that would be a superior fifth-grade thunder fusion; this person would simply be a monstrous genius!
If one surpassed 100%, then not only would the power of thunder completely fuse into their true essence, but it would also enter into the martial artists flesh and blood body, tempering his everything with thunder. Every gesture he made or step he took would flash with thunder. This was a sixth-grade fusion.
But higher the degree of integration between the power of thunder and the body, the more perfect one’s thunder fusion was.
A superior sixth-grade fusion was the absolute limit that Bi Tinghua had ever known about. But, he had never heard of the power of thunder being able to enter one’s spiritual sea; this could only be achieved by an unsurpassed thunder fusion. How could he have achieved this point?
Was it a fabled seventh-grade fusion?
If it really was a seventh-grade fusion, then Lin Ming wouldn’t even need to use a soul attack. He would only need to use the power of thunder to defeat him…..
Impossible.
This was simply impossible!
Either Bi Tinghua had misunderstood some point, or this little kid had used some sort of secret skill in order to accomplish this.