Above the heavens, black clouds pressed down overhead.
The sky hung low, as if within reach, giving off an extremely oppressive feeling. Within the piled clouds, purple lightning flickered in and out, growing denser and denser, as if it were about to strike down at any moment.
Dai Yao once again raised his right fist toward the sky. Not long before, he had used White Tiger Thunder God Strike once, leaving his right arm flushed red; his sleeve had also been burned away by Thunder Power, exposing his well-defined shoulder.
The Thunder Power in the sky seemed to have been summoned, rumbling ceaselessly as it prepared to crash down.
At that moment, although Dai Yao looked somewhat battered, the sharp, domineering aura blazing from him and the soul-seizing killing intent made everyone shudder in horror.
He was like a thunder god descending to the mortal world.
Any enemy who stood before him would be torn apart by the raging Thunder Power.
The Soul Douluo on both sides involuntarily stopped fighting. With tacit understanding, they separated, disbelief and horror written across every face! "The sect master... he actually did it..."
Niu Gao glanced at the Star Luo Emperor on the ground, who looked like a beaten dog, then shifted his gaze to the thunder-god-like figure in midair. He could not help swallowing, his voice trembling as he spoke.
A Spirit Emperor had fought a Soul Douluo—and actually won. A battle record like that made one's scalp go numb! Beside him, Yang Wudi and Bai He likewise stared blankly at Dai Yao. After hearing Niu Gao's words, Yang Wudi slowly said:
"Give him another dozen years or so, and this continent will be the sect master's to command..."
Bai He deeply agreed.
As for the Soul Douluo on Star Luo's side, compared