Thinking again, he thought to himself: "This is also good, Hui Xuan the old fox deliberately used words to trick me into leading the charge earlier, I should slowly cast the spell and let him take some hits first."
He clapped his hands, and a gray-white mist appeared in his palm, like strands of smoke rising into the air, forming a huge lead-colored cloud in the sky, a mile wide, thick and stagnant. Then, with a gesture, dozens of lightning flashes streaked through the cloud, silent yet gathering and brewing channels of light.
Ancestor Hui Xuan suddenly saw Zhang Yan rushing at him with full force, and his heart immediately tightened.
