The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Chapter 897: Chapter 897: The Seventh Light Person

”Booming” thunder roared, a giant dragon coiled and circled, the lightning blinding, wrapped in purple light.

”Wow! A dragon!” the Horse-Faced Man gasped, feeling a chill in his heart, thinking that if he had been a second slower in adding another layer of protection, this avatar would have been doomed.

The Thunder Dragon soared into the sky, its dragon roar resounding, resembling both thunder and a dragon’s song.

”Such ruthless action.” The Horse-Faced Man tried once more to gaze into the void, piercing through the emptiness to see the one interfering.

His eyes were sore, yet he still couldn’t see anything.

”Impressive indeed.”

The Horse-Faced Man’s voice was grim: ”Aren’t you afraid of the War God?”

Suddenly recalling something, the Horse-Faced Man sighed quietly: ”He’s even joined the fray himself and has no time to clean up the mess. No wonder someone’s so daring.”

The giant dragon struck the Horse-Faced Bell, causing Horse-face to sway slightly, vaguely hearing the wailing ghosts and howling wolves roaring from Horse-face’s mouth, breaking through the dragon’s cries, echoing throughout the world.

The Thunder Dragon, unlike the previous five bolts of lightning which scattered with one strike, still had strength after the impact. With a dragon’s tail sweep, its tail wrapped in purple light struck heavily on the Horse-Faced Paper, dispersing the wailing wolves’ cries.

The Thunder Dragon ascended once more, still having energy for a third strike!

Like the previous lightning Phoenix, it dived with a heavy drop.

The sounds of tearing through the sky mixed with the thunder, the Thunder Dragon descended from high above, striking the Horse-Faced Bell directly, the ancient inscriptions on the bell instantly dissipating into wisps of gray smoke, Horse-face dimmed, and numerous small gaps appeared on the surface of the bell.

And the Thunder Dragon had no energy for a fourth strike and vanished.

The Horse-Faced Man’s expression grew increasingly grave.

The sixth bolt of lightning equaled three bolts, so what kind of power would the seventh bolt wield?

The Horse-Faced Man muttered: ”Just one more bolt, you must hold on, otherwise all these magical treasures of mine would be wasted!”

Within the Golden Bell Shield, Teacher Ma was already bleeding from five orifices.

Both ears, both eyes, and mouth.

He couldn’t hear anything anymore, the bell sounds, the jingling, the thunder, all were inaudible, the world had become very quiet, very quiet.

He seemed like an old monk in meditation, sitting cross-legged, disregarding those two streams of bloody tears, his expression actually very serene.

The interval before the seventh bolt of lightning appeared was too long, so long that the Horse-Faced Man began to doubt whether it was coming at all.

”The longer the interval, the stronger it becomes. Ah, hope I don’t really die on the seventh bolt?”

”No, no, more covering is needed!”

The Horse-Faced Man felt pained in his flesh, heart, and teeth, trembling as he pulled out a small flag.

The small flag was tossed into the sky.

The small flag stopped mid-air, one became two, two became four, four became eight...

The dense small flags fell one by one, consciously choosing a place to insert.

As the last small flag fell, a great formation was completed!

A beam of light wrapped around the Horse-Faced Bell like an eggshell.

It looked like it could be broken with a poke, like a bubble.

The seventh bolt of lightning finally formed, and this time it was a Light Person!

Vaguely, it could be discerned as a woman.

Wearing an ancient costume, even though it was a Light Person, one could see the flowing silk behind and the design of the robe.

”Who is it?”

”The one taking such ruthless actions?”

”A woman?”

The Horse-Faced Man racked his brain but couldn’t associate the Light Person with anyone.

All he could say was that this Light Person was too dazzling.

The Light Person, shimmering with thunderlight, extended a hand and gently prodded downward.

The eggshell-like light shield blocked this attack but still dented with a finger pit.

The thunderlight dimmed a bit, and the Light Person launched a second strike.

This time, a palm pressed down, deforming the light shield, yet it still didn’t break.

The thunderlight dimmed once more, and the Light Person struck a third time.

This time, it was a fist.

Booming, a fist that tore through the void, a thunderous blow.