Wang Ye stood suspended in the endless mass of thunderous storm clouds,
his engineer-style brown and black work clothes flapping fiercely in the gale,
he gazed at the towering storm cloud advancing from the north, blue and purple lightning flashing within its swirling black depths, like an enraged colossal beast roaring in the abyss.
"Go." Wang Ye flicked his fingertips, unleashing a surge of Primordial Qi from within,
the terrifying force began pulling the storm cloud in one direction,
but the density of the cloud at that moment was too substantial.
Millions of tons of raindrops converged within,
and with Wang Ye's current strength,
he couldn't completely control such a massive cloud.
Therefore, he gritted his teeth and pulled for about half a minute,
unable to move the dense clouds even slightly.
The reason he was previously able to conjure lightning from the storm cloud,
was because his target was never the clouds themselves,
