Xu Wendong, his figure lightly spinning, stepped forward once again, his form like a ghost, instantly teleporting next to those seven longswords.
His fist slightly clenched, seemingly gathering all the winds and clouds of the world, brewing a storm of heaven and earth in his palm.
In that instant, there seemed to be a faint rumble of thunder in the sky, yet this did not descend from the clouds, but exploded thunderously from his fist!
The lightning, unlike anything of the mortal realm, wound around his fist, resembling the wrath of ancient gods, threatening to cleanse the world of all dust.
"Boom!"
A loud noise shook the void, causing tingling scalps and surging vital energy.
The seven longswords, under the strike of sky thunder, buzzed, flashing their sword lights, as if they too felt an unprecedented pressure at that moment.
They trembled or wailed, intimidated by the Thunder Law released by Xu Wendong.
At the same time.
