At this thought, the last trace of hesitation in Su Fan's eyes vanished completely, replaced by a sharpness like a cold star.
His five fingers slowly curled inward. The thunder mark in his palm suddenly erupted with dazzling pale-violet radiance, no longer flowing with its former gentleness.
Instead, it was like a scorching sun compressed to the extreme, instantly illuminating the entire charred battlefield. Even the Evil Spirit Qi lingering in the air was forced back by the blinding light, forming an invisible halo of light around him.
The surrounding space seemed to be tugged by this power and began to tremble faintly.
Pale-violet lightning surged madly from the thunder mark, but instead of spreading in all directions, it rapidly spun and condensed along the patterns on Su Fan's fingertips.
At first, it was merely thread after thread of fine lightning, circling in his palm and forming a tiny vortex.
As Spiritual power continued pouring in, the vortex spun faster and faster, its radiance growing brighter and brighter, faintly showing signs of swallowing the light around it.
"Bzz..."
A low hum rose from the center of the lightning vortex. Su Fan could clearly sense the Chaos Lightning within his body gathering at a speed far beyond normal.
Every strand of lightning carried an overbearing force capable of tearing everything apart, yet under his control, it obediently compressed and fused together.
The pale-violet lightning vortex gradually solidified. The arcs along its edges no longer leaped about but transformed into smooth curved surfaces. The lightning, which had originally filled a radius of several yards, shrank to the size of a dragon's eye within just a few breaths.
A Lightning Core that was pale violet throughout yet faintly marked with ink-black patterns suddenly hovered in Su Fan's palm.
Although it had taken so