Abyss Walker

Chapter 316 Is this the Primordial God?

Chapter 316 Is this the Primordial God?

Yun Muhan's gourd came in handy again at this moment. It not only absorbed the power of lightning, but also provided them with an opportunity to counterattack.

"Brother Yanwu, now it's time to show our true strength!" Yun Muhan's voice revealed a domineering aura as he darted through the lightning, each swing of his sword accompanied by the sound of air being cut.

Yan Wu sensed Yun Muhan's aura, and his heavy sword emitted a deafening roar, each swing seeming to tear the heavens and earth apart.

"Brother Xingxie, let's break this illusion of lightning taking form together!"

Yun Muhan's 'Ice Dragon Descends' played a huge role at this moment. A huge ice dragon condensed at the tip of his sword. The dragon's roar shook the heavens and the earth. Every impact of the ice dragon made the lightning-transformed Yang's attack pause.

Although Yang's "Absolute Severance" skill, which transforms into lightning, is powerful, it still becomes sluggish under the combined attack of Yun Muhan and Yan Wu.

This was the opportunity they had been waiting for, but Dugu Jianling's voice suddenly rang in Yun Muhan's mind: "Get out of the way! Quickly!"

Although Yun Muhan and Yan Wu were puzzled, they chose to trust Dugu Jianling's judgment, gave up their current advantage, and quickly withdrew from the battle area.

No sooner had they left than the lightning materialized—Yang—and displayed the power of the Primordial God, its body radiating boundless light, as if the entire Primordial Path trembled under its power.

Dugu Jianling witnessed this scene and was shocked: "Is this the master? Even if it's just lightning, even if it's only one millionth of the power."

Yun Muhan also felt the terror of this power. He knew that this was not just a simple lightning manifestation; its power far exceeded their imagination.

"One in a million? It might be a bit risky, but can you even play this game without a chance?"

Lightning materializes—Yang raises his hand, and the surrounding air seems to freeze. Stars surround him, emitting a dazzling light. Even the nearby lightning is instantly annihilated in the face of this power.

This scene put unprecedented pressure on Yun Muhan and Yan Wu. They understood that they had to be even more careful when facing such power.

"What...what kind of power is this?" Yan Wu stared at the scene in shock, his voice trembling slightly.

A hint of seriousness flashed in Yun Muhan's eyes. He knew that they were no longer facing a simple lightning manifestation, but the power of the Primordial Divine Sun. "This is the power of the Primordial God level, Brother Yanwu, we must be careful."

The lightning materialized—Yang's figure grew even taller amidst the surrounding stars, his eyes revealing an aura of dominance that looked down upon all living beings, as if the entire world was under his control.

His presence was like an insurmountable mountain, posing an unprecedented challenge to Yun Muhan and Yan Wu.

"You two juniors, your courage is commendable, but your strength is far from sufficient." The voice of Yang, the lightning in human form, boomed in Yun Muhan and Yan Wu's ears like thunder, each word carrying unquestionable authority and shaking their hearts.

Yun Muhan gripped the Ice Lone Sword tightly. He knew they couldn't directly confront such power.

He began to think of countermeasures, searching for the weakness of the lightning-transformed form—Yang. "Brother Yanwu, we need to find his weakness; we can't just fight him head-on."

Yan Wu nodded, his greatsword gripped tightly, ready to attack at any moment. "Brother Xing Xie, what's your plan?"

Yanwu's voice revealed his trust in Yun Muhan; he knew that Yun Muhan's wisdom and courage would lead them to victory.

Yun Muhan's gaze swept over the lightning-transformed Yang. He noticed that although the lightning-transformed Yang was powerful, his figure appeared somewhat unstable under the surrounding stars.

This discovery made Yun Muhan realize that while the power of lightning manifesting as Yang was formidable, it might not be invincible. He began to consider how to utilize this and devise corresponding tactics.

“Brother Yanwu, look at those stars. They seem to be constantly providing power for the lightning to take form, but at the same time, they are also restricting his movements. We can use this to our advantage and try to sever his connection with the stars, thus weakening his power.”

Yan Wu immediately understood Yun Muhan's plan, and his eyes flashed with a fighting spirit. "I understand. I will use my swordsmanship to attract his attention. You find an opportunity to sever his connection with the stars."

“His weakness may lie in the conversion of stellar power. We can try attacking those stars first,” Yun Muhan proposed his observation and plan.

Yanwu nodded, a hint of determination in his eyes: "Alright, let's work together to break this illusion of lightning taking form."

The two began to look for opportunities, and their movements became more cautious, with each attack filled with strategy and calculation.

Yun Muhan's Dugu Bing sword weaved through the stars, searching for the best opportunity to attack, while Yan Wu's heavy sword created chaos around Yang, who had transformed into lightning, to distract him.

Finally, in a meticulously planned attack, Yun Muhan found the weakness of the lightning's physical form—Yang.

His Dugu Bing Sword struck a star precisely, shattering it in an instant, and lightning materialized—Yang's figure also wavered as a result.

However, just as they were preparing to continue their attack, Dugu Jianling's voice rang in Yun Muhan's mind, reminding them to give up fighting against this powerful being.

"Give up! Master has no weaknesses. Run before Master's 'children' and the Nine Nether Soul-Seizing Harp appear!"

Although Yun Muhan was puzzled, he knew that the lightning's transformation into form—Yang—borrowed the power of the ancestral god Yang, a power that lightning could not withstand.

“Brother Yanwu, we can’t fight head-on,” Yun Muhan said to Yanwu in a low voice, a resolute look in his eyes. “We must find another way.”

Yanwu gripped his heavy sword tightly. Although he yearned for battle, he knew they had to be even more cautious against such power. "Brother Xingxie, what should we do?"