"Thunderfall."
Wei Sinan raised a hand and pointed at the thunder above the sky, softly uttering two words.
As his words fell, the thunder that had gathered across the Nine Heavens for countless millennia ceased its roaming and suddenly froze.
Heaven and earth lost their voices.
All creation fell silent.
It was not ordinary silence, but a vacuum forcibly stripped of all sound.
The wind stopped, the clouds congealed, and even Lu Xue, watching from afar, discovered in horror that she could no longer hear her own heartbeat.
The entire world seemed to have been seized by the throat by an invisible hand, every sound swallowed whole.
"Heaven and earth as a furnace?"
Ye Lin's expression gradually turned grave.
This man's cultivation was definitely far more than merely the fourth level of the Quasi-Saint Realm.
This man had no small origins.
The Wei Family.
Was there such a force in the Eastern Region?
In the distance.
The next instant, a violet-black pillar of lightning tore through the canopy of heaven.
It was no ordinary lightning, but Violet Zenith Heavenly Lightning that had existed since chaos first opened—the ultimate punishment the Heavenly Dao used to chastise those who defied heaven.
The lightning pillar was thicker than a mountain range as it descended without a sound. Wherever it passed, space collapsed inch by inch, exposing black spatial fissures.
There was no thunderous roar, no explosion—only a suffocating aura of destruction spreading between heaven and earth.
The lightning pillar crashed straight toward the surging cloud of blood mist.
The instant the blood mist met the lightning pillar, there was no earth-shaking explosion—only annihilation.
Absolute annihilation.
The outermost layer of blood mist turned to nothingness the moment it touched the lightning, leaving not even a trace of dust behind.
But just as the destructive