Chapter 2552

"Damn it!"

"Whistler!" Aurora shouted.

"Don't worry about me! Go get the master and the other seniors!" Whistler urged

her.

Understanding what he meant, Aurora quickly sprinted toward the inner courtyard to seek help.

At that moment, Whistler caught a glimpse of Yellowhorn's face.

"You... Who are you?"

"Dead men don't need to know!" Yellowhorn sneered, summoning another array. This time, dark thunderclouds gathered above them, crackling ominously.

Whistler hastily erected a barrier while simultaneously gathering his own lightning true energy.

"Lightning!" Yellowhorn's arm transformed into a mass of golden lightning energy.

"Thunder Palm!" Whistler roared, and his own lightning, bright and brilliant, surged forth.

In an instant, the two forces clashed violently. The golden lightning enveloped Whistler. Although his mastery of the lightning technique was advanced, it was not perfect.

"This old man's lightning is bizarre..."

Traditionally, the lightning summoned by those from Hydra Hill should be bright and pure with a white brilliance, but Yellowhorn's lightning was murky. This difference left Whistler's techniques inferior in both weight and power.

Yellowhorn called forth lightning once more, cloaking his entire body in golden electricity.

Before Whistler could even react, Yellowhorn had appeared right beside him. A tremendous force struck him, and he was sent flying across the battlefield until he crashed into a wall. Only then did he regain his senses.

"This guy is so strong. This is a level of power beyond my reach... Am I... going to lose?"

As Whistler grappled with his thoughts, Yellowhorn's attack came at him once more, faster than before. Whistler summoned his true energy to activate his Golden Light Barrier, but Yellowhorn's strike cracked the barrier with a single blow.

"This... How is this possible? The Golden Light Barrier can't hold up?"

Yellowhorn launched another assault. He appeared above Whistler's head this time, looking as if he was about to call lightning down from above. He raised his hand high, fingertips crackling with condensed lightning power.

Whistler knew without a doubt that if he took this attack head-on, he would die.

Acting quickly, he used his true energy to set up an array. Was this his last chance?

The array unfolded, and Whistler began to analyze the lightning's power and weaknesses. It was a technique his master had taught him. However, each prediction came at the cost of his own life force.

"Just as I thought, I can't take it directly... But I've found the key to breaking through!"

Yellowhorn's lightning descended.

Whistler pushed his Golden Light Barrier and array to their limits. "I have to hold on... Just two seconds... Two seconds is all I need."

A colossal lightning bolt struck down, leaving nothing but ashes on the ground. Yellowhorn was now convinced. "This is troublesome, indeed..."

Half a meter from the impact point, Whistler's left shoulder had been grazed by the residual lightning, but he was otherwise unharmed.

"I guessed right."

Just moments ago, he had foreseen his defeat by Yellowhorn's lightning. In that vision of his own downfall, Whistler realized something crucial-this lightning was not pure lightning but something different driven by true energy.

This was why his Golden Light Barrier and thunder techniques could not match Yellowhorn's power. The energy behaved as if it were alive, which prompted Whistler to make a bold attempt.

It was an all-or-nothing gamble.

If that energy could be considered a form of life, then it could also be influenced by his array.