Countless purple thunders and lightning blast through the ground, intertwining with the thunder below at the same time. Inch by inch, they envelop the area where the Bone Spirit Blue Eagle Sculpture is located. A few breaths later, the land struck by thunder turns into a field of blackened earth.
Ye Fengsheng stands there, slightly furrowing his brows, but saying nothing further. He feels an exceptional power within these purple thunders, more potent than the destruction and silent aura carried by regular sky thunders. For the Bone Spirit Blue Eagle, it's a near cataclysm.
Initially, I wanted to use the Green Bone Eagle to test my abilities. Now, I fear even this Immortal entity can't withstand the purple thunder.
But it won't end. Ye Feng looks up at the sky, yellow clouds surging, thunders flashing.
His hand slowly extends, lifts his head, Ye Fengsheng takes a deep breath, and suddenly clenches his fist.
