The girl's gaze turned to Su Jie's side, where Han Ruyan stood, and to the thousand-hand centipede on Su Jie's shoulder, as her aura became increasingly intense.
The sky split open like a giant maw, spewing endless fury, dark clouds pressing down, lightning slicing through the heavens like swords, accompanied by deafening thunder. Thousands of lightning bolts struck down, blasting crater after crater into the ground, and the storm carried sand and debris, sweeping over the remnants and broken walls of Liuyun Manor. Dust flew, and debris danced in the air.
Such a scene of natural disaster dwarfed human endeavor, rendering all efforts in the face of nature's power seemingly inconsequential.
Su Jie's expression was grave; he had dabbled in Heavenly Might, at the Taoist Platform Realm, capable of summoning natural disasters against his foes. However, Su Jie was far from reaching the scale of Heavenly Might the girl before him wielded.
