As the saying goes, strike a snake at its seven-inch.
Now, the young Taoist was pondering where exactly the seven-inch of the storm cloud could be.
The nine silver-white Thunder Dragons then collided with the fire shield formed by his Fire Condensing Skill.
From head to tail, all nine Thunder Dragons disappeared into the golden-orange flames.
But they couldn't come out the other side; they vanished without a trace, as if they were clay oxen entering the sea.
The gigantic storm cloud, seeing that its second attack had failed, fell into a rare moment of silence.
The space within was suddenly calm.
Jin Xu, using his Spiritual Sense, observed that the outside world had calmed down, and he regathered the flames that surrounded his body back into the palm of his left hand.
He looked down at his hands, then around at the endless storm cloud surrounding him, a thoughtful expression appearing on his face as if he were making some decision.
