Yan Ting slowly rose from his kneeling position.
His frame had swelled after he activated his Thunder Dao Sacred Body, and blue-white thunder crystals covered his skin.
Liquid lightning flowed through his eyes. With every breath, fine arcs of electricity spilled from his nose and mouth.
The space around him on the Arena hummed as the force of his thunder seared it.
Every chain of law above the Arena had turned blue-white, and flowing lightning covered even the barrier walls.
He raised his right hand, palm up.
"Great Dao... Divine Thunder."
He murmured the four words, and a sphere of light formed in his palm.
The light was neither blue nor white, but a purity beyond all color.
So pure that it annihilated, devoured, and replaced light itself. All that remained was a sphere that kept collapsing, compressing, and drawing primordial thunder power from the void.
With every expansion and contraction, the sphere stirred the laws of thunder across a million li.
All the lightning in the world converged on it, pouring in to replenish it.
"What terrifying power..."
For the first time, genuine fear appeared on Annihilation's face.
He frantically drove his three undead to shield him.
At the same time, he chanted a complex incantation, trying to reactivate his staff's ability to store undead.
But it was already too late.
Yan Ting pushed the sphere of Great Dao Divine Thunder from his palm.
The divine thunder flew straight ahead without a flourish, pressing forward without turning back.
It struck the first undead.
The curved-blade undead broke apart like paper the instant it touched the divine thunder, shattering and vaporizing into the finest motes of lightning.
The second undead raised its bone shield to block. The moment the shield touched the divine thunder, it cracked from the center like