The empress's voice resonated in Li Yao's mind.
[Get ready.]
Li Yao raised her hands skyward, and the weather transformed instantly. Dark clouds materialized across the once-clear sky, spreading across the battlefield. Lightning began crackling through the clouds.
The sect masters paused their assault, eyes drawn upward. They exchanged glances, wondering what Li Yao was planning. Even the cult leader stopped to observe what was happening.
A smirk crossed the cult leader's face. Was she intending to join the fight now that he had sustained some injuries? Despite the wounds inflicted by the combined might of the sect masters, he knew he still had plenty of power in reserve.
Above him, the clouds condensed into a particularly dense formation. A massive lightning bolt, thick as a tree trunk and blindingly bright, formed and hurtled downward, aimed directly at the cult leader.
"Is this your move?" he mocked, raising his hand confidently to catch the attack.
