As the Taoist incantations sounded, the wind and clouds changed between heaven and earth.
The vital energy surged wildly, escaping the Demon Emperor's control, transforming into golden thunderbolts in the void that converged and danced like frenzied golden snakes.
The wind howled and the thunder roared, as if the entire Seven Lords Mountain was trembling.
The high clouds in the sky were stirred by an invisible giant hand, forming a vortex that spread in all directions, making it seem as if the entire sky was spinning.
Between the surging winds and the rotating firmament, countless thunderbolts flashed and intertwined, rapidly growing larger and longer, like thunder dragons soaring above the vault of heaven.
An utterly terrifying force bore down, preventing the Demon Emperor, who had intended to strike while Zhou Heng cast his spell, from moving. It clearly felt as if it had been locked in by an invisible heavenly will.
