Li Xiangling rushed to Kaihe Township, heading straight for Wang Family Village.
Before they even reached their destination, Li Xiangling and the others stared ahead in shock. Ink-black clouds seemed ready to crush down onto the ground, while beneath them, dense, dazzling bolts of lightning cleaved toward the earth!
The blinding white glare seemed capable of scorching people's eyes blind. As the black clouds descended, they continuously unleashed lightning.
It looked as though countless lightning tentacles had sprouted beneath the black clouds, stabbing ceaselessly at the ground. The earth exploded beneath the thunderbolts, mud flying everywhere; trees shattered and houses collapsed. The already ruined Wang Family Village was accelerated once more on its path back to nature, except this time, many cultivators had been buried alongside it.
More and more experts appeared near Wang Family Village, watching the heavy black clouds descend with grave expressions from afar...
The continuous expanse of white lightning finally vented itself to its heart's content, followed by torrential rain like a waterfall. Within that downpour, people felt as though they were trapped in a swamp, many finding it difficult to move as if mired in mud.
Black clouds churned, lightning flashed, and thunder roared. In a gap surrounded above, below, left, and right by black clouds, Bai Yujun stood quietly with Hengdao in hand.
Today, many people had died...
Struck by lightning and assaulted by the curtain of rain, blood-soaked corpses lay across the muddy ground. Blood gathered into streams. Nearly over half the cultivators had perished here. The low-level ones were fortunate, for they had not caught Bai Yujun's attention, but those Golden Core Stage cultivators had almost all been killed or wounded.
The cultivators lucky enough to survive lay trembling in the mud, or desperately fled into the distance. They regretted wading into