At the top of the Mirror Mountain, countless eyes looked at Ye Futian, watching as he raised his arm once again. The nine battle drums had sounded at once, shaking the skies and earth. What was he doing now? This time, Ye Futian's heart was as calm as still water. Powerful strength swept from the drums, rushing into his body. The intent power was terrifying.
He could cultivate with this.
Yu Sheng's noble intent had changed here, turning into mid-level noble fate.
Ye Futian raised his arm again. Purple lightning cracked terrifyingly above and melded into the intent fate. A dragon's roar streamed faintly from his arm.
Under everyone's eyes, Ye Futian's arm went to the drum. The drum sounded again.
Boom! With that thunderous crack, the battle drum became one with the intent. In the sky, a dragon roared and lightning danced. It turned into a horrible thunderstorm that swept through the sky.
