Chu Xinghe pinched the spell with both hands, causing the void behind him to twist. A powerful aura emanated from within, as if a Demon God had awakened.
"Die!"
Xu Wendong extended a finger into the air, and a silver lightning bolt suddenly appeared.
The lightning struck Chu Xinghe with unstoppable speed, interrupting his spellcasting, causing him to spit blood and crash heavily to the ground.
"You... you... have no sense of martial virtue..."
Chu Xinghe's eyes were full of anger. He didn't expect Xu Wendong to interrupt his spellcasting, nor did he expect the other party's spell to be so terrifying.
It was merely a seemingly ordinary Sky Thunder, yet it contained unparalleled Power of Destruction, even he couldn't withstand it.
Xu Wendong's figure slowly descended from the air, looking down at Chu Xinghe with disdain and a mocking smile: "You harbored ill intentions and wanted to kill me; why should I adhere to martial virtue with you?"
At this moment.
