Lightning poured down, and Primordial Magnetism rose from the earth.
Within the shattered crater, Metal and Stone, iron, and sand all floated into the air. Roots overturned, and grass stems scattered everywhere.
"..."
Jiang Yang was too focused on dodging to answer Bai Tang, but he had not fallen into the losing position she imagined. Instead, he was pondering how to seize an opening and land a sword strike on Chu Qingjian.
Though under crushing pressure, surrendering outright was not Jiang Yang's style. Even if he could not win, he at least had to establish how strong he was now and see whether he could tear off a chunk of flesh.
Naturally, Chu Qingjian knew nothing of Jiang Yang's thoughts. Seeing him dart through the clouds, scrambling to fend off attacks with defeat already showing, she decided to stop.
Enough, enough. Little Five, let's leave it here.
It was not arrogance on her part. With her Foundation Establishment Late Stage magic power, maintaining this Thunder Spell for another quarter of an hour would be effortless. Jiang Yang could dodge for a while, but not forever.
This was the domineering power of cultivating a lightning Dao Lineage. With black clouds pressing overhead, a single lightning strike could severely wound an ordinary cultivator.
You've already done very well, but it's over.
Chu Qingjian changed her hand seals, locking down Jiang Yang's position completely, and thought this with a slight smile.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Under her full power, four bolts of Golden Thunder fell almost simultaneously, striking from four directions. Jiang Yang had nowhere to dodge; his only option was to endure them head-on.
Chu Qingjian watched intently, ready to disperse the Thunder Spell at any moment. After all, she could not injure her own junior brother on their first meeting. One