Bang!
A bolt of lightning shot up from the ground as Mo Zi lightly stamped his foot.
The lightning bolt did not appear particularly powerful, nor did it radiate any terrifying aura.
Yet beneath this seemingly ordinary lightning.
The ground before Mo Zi was torn apart by an irresistible force, instantly splitting open into a bottomless chasm.
The lightning surged forward with a thunderous roar, letting out sharp howls wherever it passed.
Seeing the lightning bolt approaching, a Spirit Transformation Stage cultivator stepped forward first without fear.
He gripped a long spear in his hand, clearly a Weapon Treasure of considerable power.
He thrust his spear forward, intending to block the lightning.
However, the instant his spear came into contact with the lightning, he immediately felt an immense force travel up the shaft.
That force was so powerful that the spear in his hand began to shake violently, as though it might fly from his grasp at any moment.
His expression changed drastically, and he inwardly cried that things were bad, but it was already too late to withdraw.
"Move aside!
With an angry shout, another cultivator rushed forward and took his place.
With a sweep of his wide sleeve, he stirred up a fierce gale.
The cloud-like robe on his body seemed to be blown by an invisible force, billowing up in an instant.
Yet the moment he came into contact with the lightning, the fine threads of that robe were forcibly torn apart by a terrifying power and shattered at once.
Blood burst from his arm like a fountain.
The lightning bolt remained utterly unaffected and continued onward with unstoppable force.
By now, two Spirit Transformation Stage cultivators had already been defeated by the lightning. Seeing this, the remaining two cultivators' expressions turned grave.
They swiftly summoned a