It was over!
As the third terrifying bolt of lightning tore across the sky, cleaving open the earth like a Heaven-Opening divine blade, even the Foundation Establishment cultivators who had formed Myriad Violets, Thousand Firmaments could not help letting out a long breath.
That breath was not because the demonic brat had died, but because of the technique named "Myriad Violets, Thousand Firmaments."
Even if it was merely an Imitation, that vast heavenly might still made countless hearts quail.
Though fire, water, light, and darkness all possessed special, powerful, terrifying aspects—
When it came to what shook the heart most, it still had to be lightning.
That white radiance that split heaven and earth apart; that terrifying sound that pierced straight through the heart; that unbelievable speed; that astonishing destructive power.
Never mind facing it—even watching from the sidelines was enough to make one shudder uncontrollably.
There was no longer any need to consider the condition of that demonic brat beneath such terrifying lightning. Being reduced to ashes was practically his destined end.
No wonder the Purple Firmament Sect could rank among the Five Greats—no, it ought to be called the foremost of the Five Greats.
This lightning art alone was already enough to awe the heart.
One had to know that what had just been cast was merely the second-level Myriad Violets, Thousand Firmaments, far from its limit.
Not only that, its casters were merely Foundation Establishment cultivators, yet it already possessed such dreadful might.
Three bolts of lightning—never mind Foundation Establishment cultivators, even Golden Core cultivators, artifact in hand, likely would not come away unscathed in the face of such an attack.
What if it were cast by Golden Core cultivators? What if it were cast by immortals?
It was simply impossible to imagine how terrifying this move's