Thunderclouds brooded in the sky, and the occasional flash of blazing white lightning made Ying Chongyun's complexion grow even paler.
At this moment, his mind was a complete mess, and he simply could not comprehend how the zombie before him could wield the supremely rigid and yang Thunder Method.
Boom—
The thunderous blast brought his wits back, and his expression suddenly grew fierce. He formed hand seals and directly summoned down Heavenly Thunder.
The fierce lightning tore through the long night, overshadowing the starlight in the sky and crashing down violently, aimed straight at Chu Zheng's crown, intending to reduce him to ashes.
Chu Zheng didn't step back an inch; he suddenly opened his mouth and took a light breath, and the thunder pouring down from the sky was completely swallowed into his belly without missing a single strike.
