Dim.
Hollow.
On the boundary between reality and illusion, sinister winds stirred ripples one after another.
Since they had already become enemies.
There was no need for more nonsense.
"Die for me!"
"Boom!"
The World's End had been a silent world since time immemorial, but today it was awakened by a piercing peal of thunder. Jiang Qiao, wrapped in lightning, charged toward the Ninth Imperial Uncle of Great Qi.
The two sides were no more than twenty meters apart.
In the blink of an eye, he arrived!
Jiang Qiao swung his arm with tremendous force and loosely clenched his left hand. A ball of lightning appeared in his palm, growing larger from a tiny sphere. Astonishing lightning seeped and coiled through the gaps between his fingers, crackling loudly.
Whoosh—!
A soul-shaking cry came from within the lightning.
Miserable.
Desolate.
Painful.
It was the despairing wail of the evil remnants suppressed by the Thunder Art over countless years, proof of the tyrannical heavenly punishment that destroyed everything!
At this moment.
Jiang Qiao drove the Thunder Art to its utmost limit.
The Thunder Spirit appeared.
Like his afterimage, the instant Jiang Qiao raised his fist, it also raised its blue-violet arm!
"Crack!"
Black lightning crisscrossed the sky, pressing down on the old man like dark clouds covering the heavens—swift and overbearing!
Beneath the magnificent might of heaven.
Mo Qingying, who stood behind him, had already retreated again and again.
Her face was pale.
"Boom!"
The old man had not expected Jiang Qiao to attack without warning, much less that Jiang Qiao's strength would be so terrifying!
"Clang—!"
The treasured sword in his hand left its sheath.
A brilliant radiance instantly flared.
Within the radiance.
Distorted sword shadows formed a storm of sword light before him, attempting to forcibly intercept that invincible punch!