Shen Xiu stood atop Thunderfall Mountain, feeling the nearly boundless power within his body, and an indescribable surge of heroic fervor rose in his heart.
The power of the fifth form of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Art, "Thunderous Might," far exceeded his imagination. The fourth form, Thunder Shatters the Firmament, condensed Thunderbolt Power to its utmost limit, using a point to break through a surface; the fifth form, Thunderous Might, was precisely the opposite, spreading Thunderbolt Power to its utmost limit, using a surface to cover a point. One focused on attack, the other on encirclement; they complemented and enhanced each other.
To use an analogy to describe the difference between the two—Thunder Shatters the Firmament was a sharp scalpel, precise and deadly; Thunderous Might was a vast net that blanketed heaven and earth, enveloping everything and crushing everything.
"Let's test its power." Shen Xiu turned to look at a dense forest at the foot of the mountain. The trees there were thick enough to blot out the sky, covering at least several dozen mu.
He raised his right hand, palm facing downward, his five fingers slightly spread.
Golden lightning surged from his palm—not one bolt, not ten, but hundreds upon thousands, pouring down like a waterfall and blanketing the forest.
Wherever the lightning passed, trees instantly turned to charcoal, rocks exploded into dust, and the earth was instantly plowed into deep ravines. That forest, which covered several dozen mu, became a scorched, level wasteland in less than three breaths. Not even a single intact branch could be found.
Shen Xiu withdrew his hand and looked at the barren ground, nodding in satisfaction.
"The power is decent, but the consumption is great." At some point, Lin Fan had walked to his side. Standing with his hands behind his back,