The iron-gray behemoth pressed against the sky, countless silver serpents surging within the clouds.
Fang Qingyu raised the Dragon Sparrow high.
Liquid thunder flowed in his pupils.
The tip of the blade pointed distantly at the sky, and the scaly patterns on the blade opened layer by layer.
Three streaks of lightning pierced into the blade from different directions.
The lightning condensed into flowing thunder patterns on the blade, like a living thing locked by the blade's edge.
The lightning connected the blade tip to the firmament, like a tightly drawn bowstring, with fine arcs pulsating between the clouds and the blade.
Each time the lightning within the clouds dimmed,
new plasma would follow the original trajectory to replenish it, keeping the pillar of lightning connecting heaven and earth blazing brightly.
Under the lightning.
A mortal martial artist.
And a...at least peak of micro-tier Divine Descent Body.
In a flash, the roles of prey and hunter reversed.
