"Boom—"
Thunder exploded, and the winds and clouds changed abruptly. Lightning surged like ten thousand galloping horses, as though heavenly punishment had descended.
The dense fog in the mountains was immediately disturbed and began to tremble violently. The Gu insects hidden within were startled and started crashing about like headless flies.
"Is this... a heavenly tribulation?"
Mao Dongxing's face was filled with shock. He actually sensed a trace of Tribulation Qi from the dark cloud overhead. Everyone present was a Golden Core Cultivator who had passed the Minor Heavenly Lightning Tribulation; they were all far too familiar with this aura.
Song Changsheng stood before Peng Siying, his robes snapping in the wind. The Power of Lightning churned faintly behind him, while the weeds around him visibly blackened and scorched, eventually turning to flying ash. The ground began to crack as well, as though an invisible lightning barrier had been spread open.
Any fog that drifted over was vaporized the moment it came into contact with it, and the Gu insects within naturally could not escape death. Although Peng Siying and Quan Chong could not detect the movements of the Gu insects in the dense fog, the crackling sounds of burning never stopped ringing in their ears.
"What an ingenious Gu formation. You must be from the Gu Immortal Sect, right? I had thought you were merely a small remnant faction. I never expected you to possess such strength. Since you have delivered yourself to my door today, I can sweep you all up in one net."
With that, Song Changsheng swept his sleeve. Hundreds of lightning bolts crashed down from the dark clouds, brutally tearing apart the dense fog shrouding Spirit Peak. Great swaths of the Gu insects Zhang Chuqiu had painstakingly nurtured were annihilated. Spirit Peak turned into scorched