Once Deva Path finished casting his technique, the rain within several hundred kilometers became his eyes. Here, he was a god who controlled everything; no one could escape his perception.
When Qin Lang had calculated that someone would come after them, he had notified Deva Path, because he did not know how many people the other side would send or whether he could handle them alone.
If it had only been Qin Lang, he could have done whatever he wanted. He could not die anyway. But with Shi Shuiqing and the others present, Qin Lang had to consider their safety and could not drag innocent people into this.
With the Six Paths of Pain gathered now, they had a safeguard for this operation. If a crisis arose, Pain could intervene immediately and salvage the situation, preventing the entire situation from collapsing.
However, Pain had no intention of acting directly. If Qin Lang could handle this situation, then Pain would simply watch quietly.
At this moment, Qin Lang stood deep within the endless black clouds. Countless bolts of lightning raged around him, spreading madly through the surroundings. Though they were far inferior to the Qin Clan's Thunder Tower, their terrifying power was still enough to make one's heart tremble. Ordinary Void Refinement cultivators would find it difficult to endure even ten breaths beneath such lightning.
Buzz!
A crimson glow abruptly condensed, and the aura of Bing Fire Yang Thunder descended like a sovereign, instantly freezing the violent lightning raging around it.
Great quantities of lightning began to gather, converging around Qin Lang like a pale sovereign. Relying on the absolute dominance of Bing Fire Yang Thunder, Qin Lang began to take control of the surrounding lightning.
Beneath the black clouds, the Qin Clan cultivators had already surrounded Shi Shuiqing's team. Everyone