"Boom!"
The energy released from the clash of two saints was terrifying.
The atmospheric circulation in the area was disrupted, with hot and cold air currents colliding dramatically, winds swirling, and a torrential downpour within a radius of hundreds of miles in an instant.
There was no need to continue to channel the Thunder Power, as the sky was already filled with flashing lightning and roaring thunder.
In the illumination of this thunder light, Qi Yunxiao, Qi Sheng, and Zhao Yushu looked up in stunned silence at the figures struck by the Thunder Sword, which fell down like charred embers.
They were well aware that each silhouette represented the demise of a top-level Deva, a being that would be revered in any city.
Devas perishing!
Glittering thunder!
Howling gales!
Pouring rain!
This scene interwove into a heart-stirring image that deeply impacted the trio's senses.
