The sky churned with wind and clouds, thunderbolts racing through it.
Boom!
A violet bolt of lightning as thick as a water barrel descended from the heavens and struck the summit of the stone mountain.
At the same time, tens of thousands of lightning bolts poured down after it, linking heaven and earth like a waterfall of lightning. The sight was incomparably magnificent and soul-shaking. Had ordinary people seen it, they would have thought the gods were enraged.
Rumble!
White Stone Mountain was blasted by the lightning until smoke and dust billowed everywhere. Massive boulders tumbled down, the earth trembled, and the grass and trees turned to flying ash in an instant.
The lightning struck for a quarter of an hour, and a mountain a thousand meters high was reduced to flat ground.
The earth was scorched black, with not a blade of grass growing upon it.
It was an incomparably terrifying scene, utterly beyond what human strength should have been capable of. Perhaps only saints possessed such sky-flooding power.
"Ning Xiaochuan, you've finally appeared again, hahaha! I'll grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes!"
Protected by Fortified Qi, Mu Honglai had not been injured. He burst out from underground, spitting out a black iron chain from his mouth. An Azure Sickle had been forged onto the chain, its blade flowing with strange patterns.
This was a powerful Mystic Weapon that Mu Honglai had hidden inside his body.
Although he had lost both arms, he could still wield Mystic Weapons and launch attacks.
Ning Xiaochuan glanced at Mu Honglai's chest. The sword wound inflicted by the Demon Sword had yet to heal. The wound was blackened, and black blood continuously dripped from within it.
Wounds caused by the Demon Sword carried powerful demonic nature. Even with Mu Honglai's