So Xin Yi still had a trump card.
That was Yu Ci's first thought. Yet immediately afterward, he sensed something was wrong. The thunderous sound was deafening and immense in scale, but strangest of all was the mechanism behind it. It did not resemble vibrating vocal cords, but rather explosive bursts in the atmosphere, with waves of echoes rolling on.
He extended his senses through a crack in the wall, simulating the outside scene through his six senses, only to nearly be blinded by the brilliance in the sky.
In the skies of the Yellow Springs Secret Mansion, around the twisted vortex of space at its center, layers upon layers of red light still piled up, perhaps thousands upon tens of thousands of layers. The dense radiance had nearly solidified, as though a rain of blood could pour down at any moment. Yet farther out, golden serpents danced wildly, slicing the Soul-Swaying Divine Light around the area into fragments.
Looking closely, each streak of lightning formed its own system, winding and turning in extraordinary patterns, possessing an unexpectedly towering majesty. After a few more glances, those darting bolts of lightning resembled human limbs, while their twisting outlines looked like enormous, brawny men.
This was no illusion. On the contrary, the more they swung and moved, the clearer and more solid those humanoid outlines became. They had already begun shrinking. Though they still stood two zhang tall, they looked more and more human. Gradually, one could see them armored and crowned, their faces and features visible. Two of them even transformed lightning into chariots, rose into the air, and charged into the red-lit region among the peaks amid roaring howls.
After several thunderous booms, several figures were flung out. They were Heavenly Demon Puppets.
Yu Ci could not assess the combat