The Darkhan Emperor did not stop.
His arms moved faster, the rhythm of his heart aligning with the thunder above. Bolts of silver and violet lightning converged, forming a blinding sphere that expanded into a celestial storm.
SCREECH.
The Ephemerachs screamed as the light burned through their blackened flesh. Each strike now carried not just the power of lightning, but the resonance of the Dao itself. The heavens and earth had become the Emperor's orchestra, and he was its conductor.
The Baleful Qi that shrouded the battlefield began to disintegrate.
The shadows that had loomed above were banished by radiant light, revealing the swirling black clouds that hung far above the crypt. The Emperor's lightning infused these clouds, making them pulse with power, turning the entire sky into a storm of divine wrath.
With a final strike that cracked the ground apart, the Emperor released everything.
BOOOOOOM!
Dozens of massive bolts fell together, slamming into the last of the hollows.
