Fury

This was an innate advantage that ordinary Soul Masters could never possess. But once they left the Thunder Tribulation Realm, the clansmen born afterward might find it difficult to inherit such an innate advantage.

Soul skills guided by the aura of innate thunder tribulation were beyond comparison to ordinary soul skills. They could even rival certain hundred-thousand-year soul skills.

The sky above the battlefield underwent tremendous changes due to their battle. The collision between lightning and the Power of Supreme Evil seemed as though it would obliterate the heavens.

"Shing!"

A point of white light appeared and rapidly spread outward. The sky was consumed by white radiance, becoming incomparably dazzling.

Lei Zhen flew backward through the air in a bedraggled state. His body was covered in wounds that looked as though they had been slashed by countless streams of sword qi, while the Power of Supreme Evil gnawed away at his life force from within those wounds.

Other than the Thunder God, the elders and disciples of the Wind Sword Sect were all affected by the aftermath of the battle. The collision of overwhelmingly powerful combat auras caused them to lose consciousness, and they fell from the sky one after another.

The only ones still able to remain normal were the Wind Sword Sect Master and several Soul Douluo-level fighters.

Seeing the sect's Soul Masters lose consciousness and fall from the sky, they immediately began rescue efforts. Falling from such a height while unconscious, unable to use Soul Power to protect themselves, meant certain death.

These were the foundations of the Wind Sword Sect. If so many of them died, the Wind Sword Sect could be struck from the ranks of the Seven Great Sects.

"Hahaha."

A burst of laughter rang out. The only person on the aerial battlefield who