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The lightning had not yet faded when killing intent descended again.
The three-dimensional killing formation rolled toward them like a massive wheel crushing a reef, Poison Thorns blotting out the sky, magnetic currents throwing the air into chaos, blades and claws sealing off the ground.
"Yunxiang, Haoxuan."
Chen Zhouzhao's roar cracked like thunder. Lightning flared wildly from the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, but he did not slash at the enemy. Instead, he fiercely stirred his own Soul Power. "Hold firm and wait for support. Thunderfire will arrive any moment."
Before his words had even fallen, his body shot up from the ground, Dongming Sword Intent piercing straight through the heavens.
During the three years when Chen Lin Village had developed rapidly, large numbers of people had moved in, high-level study had gathered there, and veteran elders had assembled, Ze Ji Study had also grown considerably.
The Training Camp for the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches had also been organized by them.
And after six years in Ze Ji Study, Chen Zhouzhao, who was nearly twelve, was already level 35. Back then, Chen Jianjun had only reached level 30 at twelve.
This was the excellent result brought about by abundant resources and systematic nurturing.
Most importantly, this guy had also comprehended intent—a minor sword intent.
He himself had flashily named this Thunder Sword Intent Dongming Sword Intent!
Purple ring light circulated like a boiling thunder pool—"Third Soul Skill, Thunder Cloud Vortex!"
Rumble! It was not a falling thunderbolt slashing down, but violent Thunder power gathering and spinning madly around him as the core.
In an instant, a rotating thundercloud shield covering more than ten meters spread above the five of them.
Countless purple-white Thunder Serpents darted wildly within it, interweaving.
The ghostly green Poison Thorns