Extreme: Flash Spirit Calamity! Fūyō had gathered the demon power of nearly ten thousand White Tiger Warriors to unleash this devastating mystic art, far beyond his own limits.
His innate gift made him stronger against stronger opponents, but this battle formation placed immense strain on his body. Beads of blood even seeped through his skin.
The sphere of demon power, dozens of meters across, radiated an overwhelming pressure, enough to destroy mountains and shatter rivers.
If such a strike landed on Bluestone Mountain, even the Guardian Barrier would likely break, and the entire mountain would be razed to the ground.
Though this place was a hundred li from Bluestone Mountain, the energy fluctuations of this mystic art had already surpassed the yokai's understanding, reaching the true power of a great yokai.
Yet this world-destroying sphere of demon power, which plunged so many yokai into despair, vanished beneath a slowly rising, pitch-black crescent moon.
Or rather, the moment that black crescent rose, the entire sky seemed to become a brilliant, icy expanse of stars, drawing everyone into its midst as it swallowed the enormous sphere of demon power.
The crescent was still a little short of a full moon, but it was vast enough, its surging power encompassing everything.
The sphere of demon power Fūyō had gathered from nearly ten thousand members of the White Tiger Legion disappeared into the sky. With its disappearance, endless thunder swept over the legion like a true tsunami.
"Aah!"
"Gene..."
"Help!"
"Aah..."
Shrill screams rang out one after another. Golden lightning claimed the colors of heaven and earth, turning everything before them into a golden ocean.
The thunder was a prison, like a god striking down evil spirits!
The power of this mystic art killed nearly ten thousand members of the White Tiger Legion outright,