At those words, Han Fenghua's emotions surged, and the young hot blood in his chest was set ablaze.
"Good! Half a quarter-hour is enough! Yang Xuanzhou, you must hold on!"
The tide of battle changed in an instant, and opportunities vanished in the blink of an eye. Han Fenghua did not hesitate further. With a single response, he withdrew the lightning net, then transformed into a streak of lightning and shot downward.
As he descended from the heights, Han Fenghua also unleashed the power he had been suppressing.
He tore off his Dharma robe in one motion, exposing the flesh inscribed with the Violet Palace Heavenly Thunder Seal. The lightning around him shifted from red to gold in that instant, and from within the dazzling golden radiance emerged a phantom where bluish gray and pale white intertwined.
When he was still about a hundred zhang above the ground, he halted in midair and released his divine sense, encompassing the countless ghost generals and dead souls below.
"Numinous Firmament Inquiry into the Void! Let true thunder descend!"
Rumble...
Han Fenghua drove the spiritual power within him to its utmost limit and threw back his head with a roar. At once, thunder boomed above the sea of clouds, and arcs of lightning flashed wildly.
In that moment, the surging thunder-spirit power within the cloud sea had already reached a level capable of threatening Late Essence Condensation cultivators. It was enough to crush any undead evil creature below, and even dealing with that small number of ghost kings would pose no problem.
Yet even at such a level, Han Fenghua still did not draw the power of this thunder art down. Instead, he continued to suppress it within the thunderclouds, letting it brew without end in pursuit of even greater killing power.
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