A smile blossomed at the corner of Chu Qingjian's lips. Her five slender fingers gripped the Golden Mace firmly as she drew it back with the momentum.
Pivot Thunder was the pivot of heaven and earth, the quintessence of the five thunders. Among all thunders, it possessed unmatched speed: once unleashed, it never returned; once stirred, it killed.
The sky, bright and clear only moments before, was suddenly capped with dark clouds. Dazzling golden thunderbolts coursed through them, lightning brewing within.
Chu Qingjian stood in midair, forming a spell with one hand. Her pupils shone gold, golden arcs leaping within them, lending a trace of divinity to her imposing presence.
The power of Grafting Flowers and Trees was certainly wondrous, but Chu Qingjian clearly had not used her full strength. She had forcibly weathered its redirection and could now smoothly begin another spell, plainly little affected.
Still, that brief delay finally freed Jiang Yang from her pursuit and gave him a chance to catch his breath.
Jiang Yang immediately steadied himself and looked up at the sky. The waves of dread coming through his spirit sense told him just how dangerous it was to remain beneath that thunder.
He held nothing back now, immediately invoking Punish the Unjust, a power within his innate gift, Peach Bow and Thorn Arrows. He locked onto Chu Qingjian from afar to weaken her strength.
To punish the unjust was to restrain their ability to inflict harm and make their wounds difficult to heal.
Jiang Yang felt his perspective rise. Within his spirit sense, Chu Qingjian's figure shone brilliantly, but as soon as the wondrous power descended, her radiance dimmed somewhat.
Done.
This was Jiang Yang's first time using this innate power. He knew only that he had succeeded; how effective it was remained unclear.