The voices grew quieter with each number.
Awe replaced excitement.
Fear replaced anticipation while surging rivers of Eight Emotions Energy poured into Han Yu.
When the count reached twenty…
The entire sect was shaken.
"Twenty…?!"
"That's impossible…"
"That's beyond the records…"
Twenty bolts.
A number spoken only in legends.
The last person within the sect to reach such a level had been a Patriarch from generations past.
And now…
It was happening again.
But the storm…
Still did not end.
The bolts grew thicker.
Brighter.
More violent.
Han Yu's layers increased further, the black ice forming in denser configurations, each new layer more refined than the last.
The impact zone had become unrecognizable.
Half the arena was gone.
The ground shattered into a massive depression, the edges cracked and unstable as energy continued to ripple outward with each strike.
Time stretched.
Each second felt longer than the last.
And still…
The count rose.
"Twenty-three…"
