Earth Sha Claw
Tang Yunting looked at him impassively, Soul Flame slowly burning at his fingertips. Though it made no sound, it pressed down on his opponent with tremendous force.
Chen Lang narrowed his eyes. Though his cultivation had yet to truly break through to the Spirit Lord Realm, he had no reason to shy away from challenging a Soul Cultivator.
As he built up his power, the gray cloud grew darker and darker. In just a few breaths, it had turned almost black.
At the same time, the silver-white lightning flashing within it began to change. Its strands, originally thin as silver snakes, thickened as the cloud darkened and swelled, rising with the tide.
Bolts as thick as a child's arm darted back and forth through the enormous black cloud, rumbling like the growls of a storm about to break.
Chen Lang's expression was grave as he carefully guided the cloud crackling with lightning. If he lost control for even a moment, he would be the first to suffer.
Fortunately, he managed to lower it slowly before them. At once, gusts of wind began to whip up all around.
The bandages around Tang Yunting's eyes fluttered in the gusts, but the Soul Flame in his hand was utterly unaffected. It continued to sway gently in time with the fluctuations of his soul.
Chen Lang gave a low shout. "Your Soul Power is certainly formidable, but don't underestimate me! Try this move!"
"Heavenly Thunder Strike!"
As his voice fell, the thick bolts in the cloud became a lightning-charged flood dragon. With a terrifying, unstoppable momentum, it roared down toward them, as if it would tear through every obstacle in its path.
Tang Yunting raised his head without changing expression. Though he could not see the bolts hurtling toward him, he