Wang Changsheng and the other nineteen Spirit Transformation cultivators showed no trace of a smile. Instead, their brows furrowed deeply.
A ten-thousand-zhang dark cloud appeared high in the sky without warning. It churned violently like a raging tide, and countless Silver Lightning Serpents as thick as a person's waist could be seen within it. Their sheer number made one's scalp crawl.
"Ten Thousand Thunderclap!"
Lei Yunbin formed a Hand Seal. A deafening peal of thunder rang out from the sky, and the dark cloud churned violently like boiling water. One Silver Lightning Orb after another, each the size of a human head, fell from above and smashed downward.
At the same time, Shangguan Tianhong formed a Hand Seal. The Azure Dragon Boat suddenly let out a deafening dragon's roar, radiating dazzling green light before abruptly stopping in midair.
One Silver Lightning Orb after another struck the ground and exploded in an instant.
Amid one deafening thunderclap after another, the ground transformed into a sea of Silver Lightning.
"Daoist Zhao, is this how your Devil Race does things? You don't even dare to fight us openly?"
Shangguan Tianhong sneered, his gaze turning toward a certain mountain peak.
"Openly? You sneaked over here to kill us. You call that fighting openly?"
A man's disdainful voice suddenly rang out. As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful gale swept through the area, and Zhao Qianfeng appeared.
At the same time, Situ Mei and the other twelve Spirit Transformation cultivators appeared on various mountain peaks. Their expressions were cold, and their faces were filled with killing intent.
"Late Spirit Transformation!"
Shangguan Tianhong raised his brows, and his expression turned solemn. He looked toward Thousand Calabash True Lord, whose expression was exceptionally ugly.
According to the intelligence, the Devil Race's leader, Zhao Qianfeng, was merely