The power of the lightning formed a purple net of light that came down on song qingxiao!
The people in the reserve team widened their eyes at this magical technique. The net of lightning fell directly on song qingxiao's head in the blink of an eye, and the purple light cast a shadow on her face.
The people from the martial arts Research Institute saw that the power grid was about to hit her, but she didn't avoid it, and all of them were happy.
Song qingxiao looked up at the electric net. It was woven from the beads that emitted purple light, and it gave off a terrifying aura.
However, although the formation looked scary, the spiritual power was not very strong. She had seen the gathering of heavenly lightning in the Gu mansion, so she naturally did not take this electric net summoned by a magic weapon seriously.
