Above Yue Yao's head, the cold, clear full moon shone with a faint white light.
Beneath its radiance, more than half the sea of lightning Lei Dong had gathered dispersed in an instant. Even the sky seemed shrouded in that cold moonlight.
Bathed in the pale moonlight, Yue Yao's figure shimmered with faint fluorescence, looking utterly cold and desolate.
Boom!
In midair, Lei Dong's eyes transformed entirely into lightning, flashing with white light. Thunderbolts seemed to fill his pupils, while his long hair streamed in the wind. Streaks of lightning flashed across his bare upper body, each accompanied by a thunderous roar.
Shrouded in lightning, his body remained as immovable as a mountain. The sea of lightning behind him gradually contracted, gathering at his back. Hundreds of thunderbolts circled him with earthshaking detonations. Lightning flashed as he rode the thunder, looking terrifying.
Lei Dong slowly raised both hands. With his movements, the lightning behind him blazed with boundless, awe-inspiring radiance. Even the air carried the tingling numbness of an electric shock.
As Lei Dong raised his hands, the hundreds of thunderbolts behind him transformed into white spears, flickering with electricity in a breathtaking display.
"This attack is somewhat interesting. A pity-if it were a little stronger, things would really get interesting."
Inside the Soul Clan's box, Hun Feng watched the lightning enveloping the sky and shook his head slightly, speaking with a trace of regret.
"Well, well! Who would have thought the Spirit Clan Saintess could force the Young Clan Leader to use even this move?"
Among the Lei Clan, many watched the Thunder Spears filling the sky, excitement showing on their faces. In their eyes, this attack displayed an extraordinarily profound mastery of lightning.
Although Lei Dong's attack might have seemed like nothing more than a grand spectacle, the