The moment the Purple Cloud Divine Thunder Net was activated, thunder light flashed within a hundred miles, enveloping the scholar standing outside the forbidden array as well. Realizing this was a life-or-death moment, he vigorously exercised his Mysterious Skill, suppressed his surging blood, and hurriedly performed a spell, finally summoning the Lifeless Treasure Coffin before the thunder fell.

A sound like the beating of empty wood came from above, pounding directly, causing the electric lights to scatter chaotically, and the rumbling noise made his whole body tremble, with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. However, this treasure was indeed miraculous; it had no signs of damage despite being struck by countless bolts of thunder during this time.

The strange thing was that the purple light snakes that flew away did not disperse but instead roamed outside, gradually converging together. Upon closer inspection, they seemed to faintly form a net.

The "Purple Cloud Divine Thunder Net" was divided into inside and outside. The outer net trapped heaven and earth, preventing the enemy’s escape; if it failed to kill the enemy in one strike, it would naturally generate an inner net, wrapping around the enemy from all directions. Once accumulated enough, it would unleash its power again, surging like waves, stronger each time, until finally, the infinite power of thunder accumulated in one place; once unleashed, its force would be unstoppable.

With Zhang Yan’s current Mana, if he exerted his full power, he could drive the inner net to strike thirty-six times consecutively. Even if the opponent held a Mystical Artifact, even if not blasted to dust, they would be shattered by the thunder.

Although the scholar relied on the Treasure Coffin for protection, driving this treasure consumed significant resources, and now resisting these divine techniques like heavenly tribulation further depleted his inner power as if it flew away.

After merely holding on for a dozen breaths, he felt exhausted, his vision darkened, and he had to take several Medicine Pills to stimulate his Essence Blood, but it was like drinking poison to quench thirst, unable to last long.

Within the prohibition, when the myriad thunder fell, Duan Xiangzhou’s White Fire Lantern was the first to bear the brunt, instantly turning to ashes.

Seeing this treasure couldn’t even block for a moment, he realized the thunder within Heaven surpassed his expectations in intensity. In his urgency, he cried out, unleashing all of his Body Power without reservation, raising the Protective Treasure Light, while behind him, twelve Shadowless Corpse Lords moved forward together.

The deafening roar and bolts of thick Thunder Radiance broke through the cyan magnificence, pouring down like a torrential rain. Initially, the refined corpses could manage a few defenses, but after enduring dozens, their figures gradually dimmed. It wouldn’t be long before they showed signs of scattering, as if a strong wind could disperse them completely.

Feeling uneasy, Duan Xiangzhou urgently spat several mouthfuls of True Essence Qi at them, empowering the twelve refined corpses, swelling like balloons, causing the gray mist on them to intensify and temporarily block out all Thunder Radiance.

However, this only bought a moment of respite; he couldn’t ignore the fact that with this thunder technique’s power, he wouldn’t be able to withstand it in the end, and had to find a way to escape early.

After a brief hesitation, he first created a fog to cover himself, then retrieved a straw man from his Sleeve Bag.

This thing had hands and feet, neatly trimmed around the edges with no burrs, a crying face painted on the front and a smiling face on the back.

Looking at this item, he felt anxious. This Dharma Treasure was his last trump card, but since obtaining it from his mentor’s hands, he had never fully mastered it. Throwing it now was not knowing what result it would bring.

But if he didn’t fight desperately, he feared he’d meet his end here in the next moment; there was no choice left. He took a deep breath, hardened his heart, and immediately bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of Essence Blood at it.

Once the Essence Blood reached the straw man, it immediately turned crimson, but after several breaths, it absorbed every last drop. Then, it trembled, seemingly coming to life, jumped from his hand, turned in a circle, transformed into the height of seven feet, emitting a sound like crying and laughing in mid-air, then turned to stare directly at him.

Duan Xiangzhou’s expression suddenly turned a few shades uglier; clearly, this thing thought the Essence Blood just now was not enough, still demanding more from him.

In such a critical situation, he could not resist this opportunistic behavior, groaned, and slashed his fingertip, tearing open his wrist, spilling a large puff of hot blood. The straw man moved forward, graciously accepting the flying blood in full, then suddenly showed Duan Xiangzhou a strange expression, emitted a mocking laugh, unexpectedly turned its head and left, disappearing into the cracks of a nearby rock.

Duan Xiangzhou was first stunned, then let out a howl, his hair bun suddenly loose, and his eyes turned blood-red. He had hoped to rely on the straw man to break through, not expecting it to abandon him, clearly heaven was set against him, forcing him to desperately squeeze out his inner power, hoping his junior disciple could come and rescue him promptly.