In less than ten breaths, tens of thousands of bolts of lightning had gathered behind him, and their numbers were still growing.
At that moment, Chen Qiu looked as though he had stepped out of heavenly thunder itself. Countless deep-blue lightning serpents, continuously bursting with electric radiance, intertwined behind him, so numerous that they had piled into a lightning wall dozens of zhang high!
Even amid the black mist,
the sight was exceptionally conspicuous.
Impossible to ignore.
Those countless lightning serpents, deep blue streaked with purple and even a hint of white, made people unable to resist looking twice. Their ultimate beauty carried a shuddering terror that rose from the depths of the heart.
The fastest-charging Devil Race cultivator was already less than three zhang away from Chen Qiu. For some reason, his speed had gradually slowed. He stood rooted in place, his expression stunned and disbelieving, gripping his butcher's blade as he stared in confusion and terror at the lightning wall composed of tens of thousands of lightning serpents behind Chen Qiu!
Even with the combat experience he had honed within the prison, he was at a complete loss at this moment. His legs trembled uncontrollably where he stood.
Even the Devil Race cultivators charging in right behind him gradually slowed their steps.
Then, without the slightest hesitation,
the leading Devil Race cultivator turned around and ran in the opposite direction without another word, even faster than when he had come. The other Devil Race cultivators likewise turned on the spot and fled in all directions in overwhelming terror.
How the hell were they supposed to fight this?
This was a spell cultivator!
Were you Heavenly Dao's own damn son? Did you control Thunder Tribulations or something?
If someone had told him before this that a Foundation Establishment First