The Old Beggar Unleashes His Power

The Old Beggar normally did not use this Qianyuan Transformation Technique—not because he meant to keep it as a trump card, but because after leaving the Qianyuan Sect, he had not wanted to use it again. Using it now was not only convenient; it was also a way of telling the immortal lights ahead who he was.

A cloud of demonic evil at this level was itself a powerful demonic art. It could help demonic beings invoke the might of heaven to bolster their magical power, and it carried an overwhelming sense of oppression. The Old Beggar's move was meant to shatter the foundation of that demonic cloud and force the evil things within back into reality.

As the sea waves surged upward, they began crystallizing from their peaks. The white-glowing tornadoes in the sky transformed into chains. In an instant, wind and clouds changed color, and rolling thunder filled with the Power to Suppress Evil pressed down together upon the dark clouds behind the fleeing immortal lights.

Lightning continually struck the rising seawater crystals below, shattering some of the crystal pillars outright. Yet there were far too many rising crystal pillars; together with the chains in the heavens, they formed a pincer attack from above and below, trapping the dark clouds in an Instant.

"Rumble... rumble... crack... rumble..."

All the sharp Ice Crystals formed from the sea waves became stained with the lightning within the clouds, blossoming with waves of radiance. Yet the technique cast by the Old Beggar had already formed two closing walls of thorns, determined to grind the enormous dark clouds to pieces.

"Roar..." "Aah—"

Mad roars and piercing shrieks came from within the dark clouds. Strands of black smoke scattered out from them, growing ever more numerous and emerging at an ever faster pace.

"Ah..."