One after another, bolts of lightning crashed down like a furious rainstorm. Blinding spears of white-blue light tore open the sky, hammering the ground with such intensity that the entire imperial city quaked as if the heavens had chosen to wipe it clean before the demons even had the chance. Roof tiles shattered. Courtyards trembled. The air itself buzzed with raw destruction.
Above the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo, hidden within a thin seam of space, Rong Lua swallowed hard, every nerve in his body trembling.
"When I broke through the Foundation Realm… my tribulation cloud barely crossed three kilometers," he muttered, voice dry. "And that alone shocked the entire sect. But this… this is double that…"
His pupils shrank. "Just how monstrous is her talent?"
