A blood-red curtain and an abyss of clouds shrouded heaven and earth.
Spiritual Power surged around True Person Chen Ya. His beard and hair lifted slightly, lightning flickered endlessly in his eyes, and golden-white lightning wreathed his body, too dazzling to look upon.
Facing the thin Daoist, he took a step forward.
Enormous, ceaselessly writhing bolts of lightning sprang from thin air beneath his feet.
He raised a hand, pressed down upon the air, and growled, "Thunder Edict!"
In an instant, wind and clouds churned above Dragon Pool Mountain. A field of pure lightning abruptly formed, imprisoning the thin Daoist together with the ghost skulls wheeling around him.
Countless bolts as thick as buckets turned into flood dragons and serpents, lunging at the thin Daoist from every direction.
Deafening waves of thunder swept through the entire valley. Many cultivators in and around the Great Enclosure Tower below immediately felt their Qi and blood roil,
blood spilling from their ears and noses.
"Come forth."
Within the sky-filling lightning domain, the thin Daoist chuckled, but his hands did not slow.
Vast Spiritual Power gathered, and countless ghost skulls abruptly swelled. Dense black Demonic Qi gushed from their hollow eye sockets, mouths, and noses.
The Demonic Qi continually evaporated within the lightning prison, but fresh Demonic Qi surged wildly from around him.
The thin Daoist formed a seal with both hands, swiftly condensing a small ghost skull before him. He thrust out his broad hand and struck the crown of the skull. A shrill ghostly howl erupted!
Countless phantoms of writhing, wailing resentful souls spewed from the skull's seven apertures, raising towering demonic flames. They became a torrent that surged toward the lightning prison instead.
The resentful souls struck the lightning and dissipated one after another.
Yet the fragments that burst apart clung