Soon, the Yin Thunder reacted instinctively, transforming into countless white lightning bolts, rapidly striking Lin Xuan.
Knowing the terrifying nature of this Yin Thunder, Lin Xuan dared not be careless. A touch of purple lightning appeared on his palm, quickly countering it.
The purple lightning increased, gradually surrounding the ball of white lightning, which Lin Xuan then dragged into his mysterious inner space.
Now was not the time to absorb it; he had to leave and find a safe place to do so.
On the other side, Zhao Xue also opened the bronze coffin.
What was inside wasn't Yin Thunder, but a ball of white flames, somewhat resembling the previously mysterious pale flames.
However, these flames were even more magical.
They were pure white, jumping energetically, yet lacked any scorching aura, instead giving off an exceptionally chilling feeling, as if it were cold ice.
"Yin Fire!"
