A resounding explosion reverberated through the air as the lightning, charged with the potent energy of raindrops, collided with Wang Hao.
The force of the impact was formidable, and for a fleeting moment, it seemed as if the tornado had torn him asunder.
Yet, as the settling dust revealed the aftermath, Wang Hao stood unscathed upon the land, the surrounding area marred by the destructive forces, but the ground beneath him remained intact.
The positions of the crimson swords had shifted, displaying cracks upon their surfaces, a testament to their swift movements in deflecting the onslaught of lightning bolts.
Unyielding, Wang Hao stood tall, his hand now wielding a qi materialized glaive, emanating a palpable aura of power.
With a single powerful swing, he clashed with the raging tornado, countering its relentless spin with a resolute clockwise motion.
