Yan Yan Guo swung the long whip, and a black dragon tornado appeared in front of him, with flashes of lightning, lightning that roared like a spiritual serpent within the whirlwind.
"Death Tornado Formula!"
Yan Yan Guo shouted loudly.
He threw the pitch-black tornado forward.
Instantly, black clouds rolled on the stage, with lightning flashing, as heaven and earth changed colors, seemingly resembling the arrival of doomsday.
The cultivators seated in the audience were aghast, their faces went pale, their bodies involuntarily moved back.
Lightning flashed across their faces, making the viewing quite glaring.
The rolling thunder reverberated from the tornado.
"Is Yan Yan Guo really this powerful? Before, when fighting with me, he was just using a scaled-down version of his cultivation technique; this is his true strength!"
"Damn, I wasn't even on the same level as him."
Qiu Ming watched, gasping for breath, feeling a chill down his spine.
