!
Shen Le held his breath, staring up at the high platform with focused, almost obsessive attention.
He did not dare extend his mental power too close—Heavenly Lightning could directly damage mental power—so he could only spread it cautiously from afar.
It lingered below the platform and around the surroundings, drifting thinly through the air like mist as he tried to sense the changes in the spiritual currents of heaven and earth at the instant the spell was cast.
At some point, dark clouds had gathered in the sky, growing thicker and thicker, pressing lower and lower.
Shen Le was unfamiliar with the weather here and had no idea whether afternoon or evening was a time when convection clouds commonly formed. He could only be certain that he had not sensed any sign of magical power stirring within those dark clouds—
Then, as Zhang Jiao raised his sword and pointed it skyward, a bolt of lightning cleaved down like a snow-bright sword, crashing onto another nearby mountaintop!
"Ah!"
Cries of alarm rose one after another. After a brief pause, they turned into hoarse shouts:
"Great Worthy Teacher! Great Worthy Teacher!"
"The Great Worthy Teacher's powers are boundless!"
"Yellow Heaven shall rise—"
The Yellow Turban Sect members beneath the platform shouted and waved their arms. Some even slammed their heads repeatedly against the ground, tears streaming down their faces.
Beside Shen Le, the long-bearded Daoist who had recruited him into the sect held both arms high overhead, his entire body shaking like a sieve.
From the look of it, if Zhang Jiao shouted "Charge," he truly would have risked life and limb to rush in whichever direction the Great Worthy Teacher pointed, even if blades and axes rained down upon him...
Shen Le's pupils suddenly contracted, then slowly widened again. He