Thunder Pivot Shocks the Night

723 Thunder Pivot Shocks the Night

Beneath the cover of night.

Seeing this, Han Zheng, commander of the Blood Fiend Camp, let out a thunderous, sinister laugh. Black qi roiled around his body as he instantly summoned his natal Magic Treasure, the Nine Yin Banner.

The banner unfurled in an instant, snapping loudly in the air. In the blink of an eye, countless ghosts shrieked as innumerable resentful spirits surged from the banner, sweeping toward Zhang Yanqin and the others like a black tide.

Zhang Yanqin's heart tightened, but he remained utterly calm. He drew a deep breath and focused with his eyes closed. The Thunder Pivot Seal at his waist instantly rose into the air and hovered above his head.

He formed hand seals with both hands. Lightning patterns leaped wildly across his palms, and in an instant, he drew down the purple lightning from the heavens.

"Boom!" A massive pillar of lightning descended from the sky and struck precisely at the core of the Nine Yin Banner.

The might of the purple lightning erupted in an instant. The Nine Yin Banner was blasted apart, and Han Zheng felt an irresistible force crash into him. Blood poured from his seven orifices as he staggered backward in disarray.

"Lord Yan was right..." Zhang Yanqin panted as he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. "When it comes to lightning arts, one must command the might of heaven with the heart."

He sensed the terrifying power he had unleashed, while simultaneously enduring the tremendous backlash.

Even though the Great Cultivators had long since sealed the Thousand Mechanism Thunder Summoning Technique inside the Thunder Pivot Seal through secret arts, Artifact Forging, formations, and various other methods,

Zhang Yanqin had merely triggered it, yet he immediately felt the qi within his