Facing the purple lightning that crashed down with the weight of a mountain, Gui Ying flipped his palm. Instantly, his life artifact, the Heavenly Brush, appeared in his hand.
Calm and expressionless, Gui Ying bit his fingertip and smeared blood onto the Heavenly Brush's tip. The second his blood came into contact with the brush, it glowed crimson.
With swift movements, he drew a talisman in the air. Upon completing the final stroke, Gui Ying tapped it with the Heavenly Brush.
In the next instant, the talisman transformed into streams of golden light, forming a transparent shield above Gui Ying as it grew larger by the second.
When the purple lightning almost hit him, Gui Ying's eyes turned cold as he ordered, "Go!"
As soon as his words fell, the glowing golden shield shot upward and collided with the descending purple lightning.
Boom!
The massive energy explosion once again shook the ground.
