"Hiss!"
The moment Wan Niang finished speaking, a cold snort came from within the dark clouds.
The attacker wasted no words. Before everyone's eyes, that lightning hand dozens of feet long nimbly formed a hand seal—and a one-handed seal at that.
Its palm faced the dark clouds, thumb curled into the palm, index and middle fingers straight and pressed together, while the ring and little fingers spread slightly apart.
Then lightning gathered at its fingertips. As it grew brighter and brighter, the dark clouds overhead were actually pressed downward by half an inch.
For a moment, the rain pouring from the clouds became like floodwaters released through opened sluice gates, as though it intended to drown everything here.
At first, the rain in everyone's sight had resembled a curtain of beads strung into lines. Now, it was a vast expanse of white, as if this were the only color left between heaven and earth.
Silver Thunder Serpents poked their heads from the dark clouds, then all fixed their gaze on the Wan Family merchant ships below. With a crackling peal of thunder, as if receiving a signal, they immediately dove down.
At this sight, no one knew how many people revealed horrified expressions.
"Good heavens, what monstrous thunder!"
"Lightning arts are this terrifying?!"
"How will the Wan Family deal with this?"
The attacker's strength surpassed all imagination.
Moreover, everyone knew that among the myriad arts, lightning arts ranked first.
Not only was their power immense, their lethal force was especially terrifying.
Many cultivators would rather face a Metal Spiritual Root than encounter a Lightning Spiritual Root.
Wan Niang lightly tapped the void with the tips of her toes, her voice carrying through spiritual power across all three ships. "Myriad Treasures, Myriad Exchange, Ten Thousand Ghosts—each send out one Golden Core