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With a crisp, abrupt "crack," it shattered into countless fragments that scattered in all directions.
It glittered with a cold light in the darkness, like stars suddenly falling from the night sky.
At the same time, her long, black hair seemed to be controlled by an invisible, mysterious force.
They instantly took flight and quickly formed a giant Tai Chi diagram.
On the array diagram, the yin-yang symbol slowly rotated, emanating a mysterious and powerful aura.
That aura seemed to be the purest power in the world, shining brightly in this environment ravaged by evil.
Immediately afterwards, seventy-two bolts of purple lightning roared down from the center of the formation.
Thunder roared, deafeningly loud, and thick bolts of lightning, like dragons, darted through the poisonous fog.
It carries with it boundless majesty and power.
Wherever it went, the poisonous fog was instantly dispersed, emitting a "sizzling" sound.
It sounded like a demon howling in agony.
"Five Thunder Orthodox Technique, break!" Luo Yuheng's voice was clear and firm.
It stood out clearly in the chaotic battlefield, like a ray of dawn piercing the darkness, bringing a glimmer of hope to everyone.
The moment the thunder roared, the heavens and earth seemed to tremble slightly from the deafening sound.
The rumble of thunder echoed through the thick, inky night sky, each clap like an angry roar from the heavens.
With a devastating aura, amidst the awe-inspiring thunder, Wei Changxuan moved.
His figure was like a black lightning bolt, drawing a sharp arc in the darkness.
The Blood Shadow Blade, already impatient, was drawn from its sheath, imbued with the force of a thunderbolt. The blade rubbed against the scabbard, producing a sharp, ringing sound.
Like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, it instantly pierced through the chilling thunder.
Chapter 237 Battle Against Witchcraft! Wei Changxuan's Power!
On the blade, nine layers of lightning patterns seemed to come alive, flashing with dazzling lightning light.
These lightning patterns appeared to be meticulously carved onto the blade, each line containing boundless lightning power.
They intertwine and entwine, as if they were the embodiment of thunder, condensing the power of lightning raging in the sky into this place.
As lightning flashed, the air around the blade was distorted, forming visible ripples.
It seemed as if even the space itself could hardly withstand this powerful force.
The lightning power that had absorbed the Rumble-Rumble Fruit rampaged through Wei Changxuan's meridians.
It emitted a low, buzzing sound, like the thunder of ten thousand horses or the beating of war drums, causing his body to tremble slightly.
With each step he took, it felt as if he were treading on thin air, a powerful force erupting from the soles of his feet.
A charred, blackened lightning mark was branded onto the bluestone slab.
The stone slab, unable to withstand the weight, cracked instantly, the fissures spreading outwards like a spiderweb.
At the same time, bursts of pungent black smoke billowed out, and the acrid smell filled the air, making people cough involuntarily.
Seven illusory lightning dragons slowly coalesced behind him.
These thunder dragons were enormous, each measuring tens of feet in length.
They bared their fangs and claws, their whiskers swaying wildly in the air, and their bodies were surrounded by violent lightning.
Thunder Dragon's eyes gleamed with a blood-red light, a light that seemed to emanate from the depths of hell.
It is filled with boundless majesty and power.
The dragon's roar was deafening; each roar seemed to tear the sky apart.
The sound, accompanied by rolling thunder, forcefully drowned out the Buddhist chants.
The originally melodious and ethereal Buddhist chanting was disrupted by the impact of the dragon's roar.
It appeared so faint, like a candle flame flickering in the wind, as if it could be extinguished at any moment.
"Ninefold Thunder Blade - Heavenly Strike!" Wei Changxuan gathered his strength in his dantian and roared.
The voice was deep and resonant, like the tolling of a great bell, with rolling waves of sound emanating from him.
It spread out in a ring in all directions, resounding throughout the entire battlefield.
His roar was filled with fearlessness and determination, as if it could shatter the sky shrouded in evil.
With this roar, the Blood Shadow Blade in Wei Changxuan's hand erupted with a dazzling light.
The blade flashed like a thunderbolt splitting the heavens and earth, carrying devastating power, and slashed at the sky-covering, poisonous mist with overwhelming force.
The air whistled sharply as the blades tore through it, as if it were groaning in pain.
In an instant, the entire patch of dark green poisonous fog was forcefully cleaved in two, revealing a deep, dark crack where the fog had been split.
The poisonous mist on both sides of the crack seemed to be forcibly pushed aside by a pair of invisible hands, surging and rolling to both sides.
The sizzling sound was like the shrill scream of a demon suffering a severe blow.
The moment the poisonous fog was split open, the hidden scene behind it was completely exposed.
The Left Protector's nine-headed serpent gu sensed the approaching danger (Wang Zhaohao), and suddenly raised its head, opening its blood-red maw to devour the enemy.
The nine hideous heads were raised high, each flicking out a long tongue.
The venom still clung to the tongue, gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the dim light.
However, it was still a step too slow; a thunder dragon, as if receiving a precise command from its master,
With lightning speed, it pounced and bit down precisely on the snake worm's vital spot.
Chapter 238 Three Hundred Bronze Corpse Puppets!
Sensing a deadly threat, the snake-like creature began to struggle wildly, its body resembling a thick python.
It twisted and tumbled in mid-air, emitting a sharp hissing sound filled with fear and resentment.
Its nine snake heads thrashed and twisted desperately, trying to break free from the thunder dragon's grasp.
Some of the snake heads even sprayed venom at the Thunder Dragon, but when the venom came into contact with the lightning surrounding the Thunder Dragon,
It was instantly evaporated, turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating into the air.
However, the Thunder Dragon's power was too great; its sharp fangs were deeply embedded in the snake worm's vital spot.
A powerful electric current flowed through the fangs into the snake worm's body, gradually weakening its struggles.
Just then, Jiang Fang, wielding the Thunder Sword, rushed over like lightning.
The Thunder Sword was enveloped in compressed spherical lightning, and the air around the sword was distorted and deformed by this powerful electrical energy.
The sound of electricity crackling.
A resolute glint flashed in Jiang Fang's eyes as she swiftly thrust the Thunder Sword towards the snake worm.
With a deafening roar, the ball of lightning exploded at the head of the snake-like creature.
The powerful impact instantly blasted the snake's head into charred remains.
Black fragments scattered like petals from a fairy's shower, mixed with bits of limbs and flesh from the snake-like insect, drawing black arcs in the air.
They then fell to the ground.
This sudden attack caused the Left Protector's eyes to widen, his face filled with shock and anger.
He never imagined that his prized Hydra Gu would be defeated by the enemy's combined forces in such a short time.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the right protector suddenly raised his head and let out a shrill scream.
The sound was like a sharp blade slicing through the sky, piercing and ear-piercing, just like the hooting of an owl in the dead of night, sending chills down one's spine.
Immediately afterwards, his hands moved rapidly like phantoms, and he suddenly pulled hard from his hands.
Those puppet threads, as fine as hair yet incredibly strong.
In an instant, the earth seemed to be violently shaken by an invisible giant hand, and a loud rumbling sound could be heard incessantly.
Suddenly, the ground beneath their feet cracked open, and three hundred bronze corpse puppets slowly emerged from the deep earth.
These corpse puppets are extremely ferocious and terrifying in appearance. Each one has a distorted and deformed face, and its empty eyes emit an eerie light.
Their bodies were covered with strange and twisted runes, which seemed to be alive, shimmering with a dark red light.
Although the corpse puppets moved stiffly, they also possessed an inexplicable speed. With heavy steps, they rushed madly towards the crowd, raising dust wherever they went.
Janet reacted extremely quickly, taking immediate action the moment the corpse puppet appeared.
She gripped the musket in her backhand and, with a dazzling speed, began to disassemble its parts.
Her movements were skillful and fluid, each one brimming with power and beauty.
It was as if this was an instinctive reaction she had repeated countless times.
The parts moved and reassembled rapidly in her palm.
In the blink of an eye, a shotgun covered in mysterious alchemical runes appeared in her hand.
These runes emitted a faint golden light, as if they contained endless mysterious power.
"Holy Silver Exorcising Bullets, fire all at once!" Janet's voice was crisp and decisive, resounding like a booming bell. As she pulled the trigger...
Loud bangs rang out one after another, and smoke billowed from the muzzles of the guns.
However, what flew out of the gun barrel were not ordinary lead bullets, but burning Holy Crosses that filled the sky.
These holy crosses, gleaming with sacred and dazzling light, carried immense power and shot towards the bronze corpse puppet like shooting stars.
The moment the Holy Cross collided with the corpse puppet, a series of "bang bang bang" sounds were heard.
After being hit, the corpse puppet immediately emitted wisps of blue smoke from its body, while simultaneously letting out a painful roar.
The sound seemed to come from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.
Chapter 239 Crimson Banner Soul! Eighteen Thunder Dragons!
At the same time, Mu Nanzhi also acted swiftly. She gripped a handful of golden needles tightly in her hand, her eyes focused and resolute.
With a swift movement of her hands, the golden needles seemed to come alive in her grasp, quickly weaving into a dazzling chain of stars.