After the black mound was enveloped by the massive thunderball in the flash of silver light, it was immediately shattered and dissolved by the interweaving lightning arcs, vanishing into nothingness in an instant, leaving only a deep pit a few acres in size in its place.
Inside the huge pit, everything was charred, and the edges were unusually smooth, as if they had been cut by a divine weapon.
Liu Ming, seeing this, naturally felt great joy inside.
The strike just now had only unleashed one-tenth or two of the power of his Heavenly Thunder technique yet it possessed such terrifying destructive force.
If he were to use his full strength, he feared that even True Pill cultivators would not be able to withstand a single blow, and as his cultivation and control over the power of Heavenly Thunder increased, its might could continue to rise without limit.
