The world suddenly fell silent. The disciples of the Qinshan Sect looked up at the sky, where seemingly endless purple-gold lightning filled the lofty heavens. The entire firmament was covered in lightning, and in that instant, even the sun's radiance was extinguished.
The dazzling lightning filling the sky made their scalps tingle. The Qinshan Sect disciples, who had been excited moments ago, came to their senses and suddenly recalled the Sect Master's earlier order. Their bodies trembled as they finally understood.
Qin Yun, who was organizing the Qinshan Sect disciples' evacuation, stared at the sky with an ashen expression. Even with the cultivation of a Soul Douluo, he felt panic seize his heart the moment he looked upon those heavens.
"Run! Run, now!"
He turned back and roared. His voice, bolstered by Soul Power, echoed through the mountains, but it was soon swallowed by the thunder filling the sky.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning as thick as a water barrel suddenly descended, striking a pavilion. In almost an instant, the entire structure was reduced to ashes. The mountain peak upon which it stood was forcibly split apart by the violent lightning, sending countless rocks and splintered timbers tumbling and scattering.
That thunderclap was like a horn sounding the attack. After it rang out, countless violent bolts of lightning followed, raining down madly upon the Qinshan Sect's territory like raindrops.
At once, cries of misery filled the Qinshan Sect.
Qin Ze, in the air, saw this and his eyes nearly split with rage. His Eighth Soul Ring flashed, and his golden fur instantly lost all its luster, becoming incomparably dim. Yet the tightly clenched right fist in his hand shone with an exceptionally brilliant golden gleam.
Shattering Star!
The massive golden fist descended like a falling sun, carrying unmatched strength, light,