Summoned

"May I ask who you are?" Lei Chen stepped forward and asked cautiously.

Bai Weiyang ignored Lei Chen. She glanced toward Sky Thunder Peak, and behind her appeared a phantom Sword Qi nearly a thousand zhang long, stretching from heaven to earth.

The peerlessly sharp Sword Qi pressed outward without restraint. The surrounding space seemed unable to withstand its edge, twisting and warping faintly.

Lei Chen and the others were forced back several thousand zhang. They exchanged looks, their faces filled with shock.

"Lei Wuji, show yourself!"

Bai Weiyang looked toward Sky Thunder Peak and gave a soft shout. A visible wave surged forth, sweeping toward the towering peak. Several clouds in the sky were instantly scattered, vanishing without a trace.

Above Sky Thunder Peak, the ink-black cloud that had gathered there for years was also shaken by Bai Weiyang's shout. The thundercloud churned, seeming on the verge of dispersing.

Suddenly, an invisible hand seemed to appear above Sky Thunder Peak, smoothing out the mighty ripples stirred up by Bai Weiyang's shout.

In the empty space a hundred or so zhang before Bai Weiyang, ripples spread in layers, and a gray-robed old man slowly emerged.

"The Demon Suppression Army has come to my Heavenly Thunder Hall. May I ask what brings you here?" Lei Wuji asked evenly. His gaze lingered on the Sword Qi stretching to the heavens behind Bai Weiyang, and a trace of wariness flickered in his eyes.

Bai Weiyang raised her hand and tossed a Summons Order to Lei Wuji. "By the Imperial Court's decree, the Demon Race has invaded our borders, swallowed our lands, and devoured our people. The Demon Suppression Army is stretched too thin to hold them back. We need the various factions to join forces and repel the Demon Race together."

"May I