The young Taoist flicked his finger, and the heavenly lightning gathered in the firmament, with Fang Lin positioned right in the epicenter.
Even though the lightning had yet to descend, Fang Lin already felt an immensely powerful pressure, and this pressure continued to multiply.
Black White Master had already retreated far into the distance, clearly unwilling to be caught in the impact of the incoming lightning.
Boom!
In the next moment, a blinding ray of lightning crashed down like a massive hammer, ruthlessly striking Fang Lin's whole body.
If it were an ordinary Martial Artist, even one at the Minor Longevity level, they could be obliterated under such a lightning strike. Even those at the Great Longevity level might escape death but suffer major injuries to their physique.
Fang Lin, however, stood unmoving, allowing the lightning to pummel his flesh, without even blinking his eyes.
