That cord soared into the sky, instantly transforming into a streak of silver lightning, fiercely lashing towards Ning Fan.
As it approached within three zhang of Ning Fan, the lightning rope suddenly trembled and dispersed into tens of thousands of silver lightning arcs, roaring like a torrential downpour, crashing down from the heavens.
The gloomy devil mountain was immediately illuminated brightly by this heavenly lightning.
Suddenly, an ancient dragon roar echoed between heaven and earth.
"It's the Dispersing Thunder Whip! Junior Brother Qing Mu has actually succeeded in refining this treasure!" Among the Generals, several people immediately exclaimed in surprise.
