Yang Chen had seen clearly just how suppressive the Pure Yang Gold Thunder was against these evil cultivators. With such an effective method for dealing with them, how could he possibly leave it unused?
When he unleashed the gold thunder, bolts of lightning crackled and rained down upon the evil cultivators. In the blink of an eye, the Ghost Sect cultivators who had been lively and jumping about moments ago saw their auras weaken. Bound completely by the gold thunder, more than half the strength in their bodies vanished.
"What in the world is this?"
"Ah, I can't use my strength! What's going on? My Yin soul ghostly creatures seem to be terrified of this gold thunder."
"Who is it?!"
"It's that Yang Chen! But that can't be right. Blood Wolf Elder should have killed him. How is he completely unharmed and still here? Where is Blood Wolf Elder?"
Yang Chen had no intention of explaining Blood Wolf Elder's fate to them, because they would soon be going down to keep Blood Wolf Elder company.
With that thought, Yang Chen's gold thunder unleashed its killing intent and instantly surged into their bodies. In a flash, anguished screams rang out one after another. The evil cultivators all plummeted from the sky, their corpses smashing into the ground in a bloody pulp.
High in the air, Yang Chen looked down below, but his attention suddenly shifted. Frowning, he looked up into the sky.
For the multicolored bird, which had originally been bound by that miraculous collar, had somehow broken free from its restraints and entered a berserk state.
The moment the multicolored bird went berserk, flames blazed around its body. Even someone like Yang Chen, who excelled at wielding fire, felt as though raging flames were burning all over him. Yang Chen