Countless paths of purple thunder.
Outside of the Purple Cloud Platform, although the spectator cultivators could not feel the terrifying power of the thunder, they were clear about the power that thunderbolts several zamens thick possessed.
Just watching it was enough to make their hearts palpitate and their courage wane.
Merely spectators from a distance, they were this affected, one could only imagine the pressure Chu Ning, who was actually amidst it all, was enduring.
Tens of thousands of thunderbolts, each emitting an aura of destruction, gathering together—the mere murderous intent of this force would mean instant death for any below the Divine Transformation should they touch it.
Boom!
Boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
Chu Ning swung his fists, making wide, open movements, each punch and palm strike aiming at the thunderbolts, with mountains enveloping his form like armor, his entire being like a war god bulldozing through everything.
