Thousands of black lightning arrows descended like a rain of annihilation.
The sky itself seemed to rupture as each bolt screamed downward, tearing through clouds.
Amid that storm, a Black Lightning Dragon materialised into existence.
Yu Xuan drifted downward along its spine, his expression cold.
Below, the demons paled.
Most of them didn't even try to hide their unease.
"Sh–shit… How can he control Heavenly Punishment Lightning!"
Their layered barriers were shredded one after another.
Defensive formations that would have withstood siege-level attacks crumpled like paper under rain.
Wan Shou, standing at the center, did not scream.
He did not panic.
He only thought calmly.
'This body will die.'
The realization was absolute.
This was one of the most destructive type of lightning.
Against such power, cultivation advantage meant nothing great.
Only a handful could survive Heavenly Punishment lightning within their realm, and fortunately some of them were here.
