Two successive thunderclaps boomed like spring thunder, reaching the cultivators' ears at the same moment the lightning flashed before their eyes.
Crack!
With the second, deafening crack, the deep-blue lightning punched straight through the crimson barrier, leaving an enormous "vacuum" overhead.
Its momentum unspent, the lightning rampaged onward, blasting a huge crater into the mine's ground before finally dissipating.
The hole pierced through the top of the crimson barrier was roughly twenty feet across. Flecks of red light scattered from its edges, and rather than improving, the barrier showed signs of further collapse.
The mine's formation had already been under tremendous pressure. Zhou Zhuofeng's spell was the final straw, striking its weak point and leaving it "half crippled" in a single blow.
Pfft!
As the formation suffered severe damage, both alluring female cultivators controlling it spat blood from the backlash, their auras abruptly weakening.
But they had no time to recover. Their hands rapidly formed spell seals, sending them into the Formation Disk one after another as they tried to restore the formation.
Yet lightning spiritual power was the most domineering of all, and Zhou Zhuofeng's Divine Firmament Raging Thunder carried a berserk force that prevented them from restoring the formation even with all their strength.
Many Qi Refining Period cultivators had never witnessed a spell of such tremendous power. It badly shook the Hehuan Sect disciples' resolve to hold their ground.
Seeing that the formation was already half crippled, quite a few began entertaining other thoughts. Their attacks grew perfunctory instead of wholehearted, and they secretly glanced around, considering their own "way out."
Time was desperately short for this mission. With the mine's formation severely damaged, how could the Primordial Yang Sect cultivators let this opportunity slip away?
Their offensive never paused. While wielding Magical Artifacts and unleashing spells,