The attack of the Holy King

In the lonely starry sky, thousands of great DAOs were rushing toward the Dao cocoon around Yu Ling. High up in the sky, there was a tribulation cloud with a radius of nearly ten thousand miles. Lightning and thunder flashed inside, and the vast heavenly might pressed down on the whole lonely starry sky, making it rumble.

"Swish!"

All of a sudden, the Dao cocoon around Yu Ling retracted into her body, and her aura rose to the extreme.

"Boom boom boom!"

Right at this moment, a Lightning River poured down from the sky and drowned the feather spirit. It turned into a sea of lightning around him, tearing open a huge crack in the void in the lonely starry sky. The destructive aura was vast.

Yu Ling was in the sea of lightning. She seemed to have become one with the great Dao. Runes of disasters flashed around her. The rolling lightning quickly turned into her own cultivation, but it didn't affect her at all.