A sound like ice dropped into boiling oil sizzled through the air.
The black-robed man was completely engulfed by the silvery-white lightning.
Hu Yun's jade-like face was a mask of calm. She suddenly appeared from Concealment, stomped her feet, and shot into the air.
BOOM!
The thunderclouds in the sky seemed to rage at her approach.
The black thunderclouds collided.
Silvery-white lightning brewed within the clouds. CRACK—
Three streaks of purple lightning tore through the air, reaching the space above Hu Yun's head in less than a microsecond.
WHOOSH!
Hu Yun used Instant Step, and the lightning followed.
On the ground, the silvery-white lightning dissipated.
Two black-robed men were twitching uncontrollably in place.
Hu Yun appeared right behind them, lightly placing her hands on their backs, over their hearts.
The two black-robed men, having been baptized by lightning, had yet to recover from their paralysis and showed no reaction.
