A valley enclosed by mountains on three sides. Purple Miasma drifted above it, and quite a few purple venomous scorpions flew in and out.
A deafening peal of thunder came from high overhead, and an enormous thundercloud appeared out of thin air above the valley.
After the thundercloud churned violently, thick bolts of silver lightning struck down. The Purple Miasma dispersed, revealing Han Tianlei.
He hovered above the valley, his expression indifferent. Within the valley were black venomous scorpions, eight of them at the fifth tier alone. The Scorpion King was a peak fifth-tier beast, while there were several thousand fourth-tier venomous scorpions, packed densely together in a sight that made one's scalp prickle.
Han Tianlei held the Golden Flood Dragon Spear and gave it a light sweep. Countless golden arcs of lightning surged forth, striking the incoming black venomous scorpions. The low-tier scorpions were hit by the golden lightning arcs or silver lightning bolts and vanished in ashes, leaving not even dregs behind.
The fifth-tier venomous scorpions either spewed black poison fire or fired black beams of light at Han Tianlei.
As soon as those attacks came within a hundred feet of Han Tianlei, countless silver lightning arcs burst from his body and shattered them.
"Myriad Thunder Roar!"
Han Tianlei shouted. The thunderclouds roiled fiercely, releasing earth-shaking peals of thunder. More than ten thousand thick silver lightning bolts tore across the heavens, flooding into the valley in a mad rush like ten thousand rivers returning to the sea.
The earth shook and the mountains swayed. The entire valley was enveloped in silver lightning, while waves of air billowed and dust filled the sky.
With a flick of his wrist, the Golden Flood Dragon Spear blazed with dazzling golden light, flew from his hand, and shot into the silver lightning.