The thunder from the heavens descended, striking directly towards the top of Wang Yan's head.
Wang Yan, whose lower leg was deeply embedded in the mud, lifted his leg and stepped out of the earth.
Just as Wang Yan stepped out, the lightning from the sky had already struck down towards his head.
Wang Yan calmly said, "Purple Flame Celestial Thunder!"
The demon was first startled by Wang Yan's words, then sneered, "So you have thunder too. No wonder you're so arrogant. But my thunder is the Ninth Heavy Thunder. How can your ordinary thunder compare to mine?"
As the demon spoke, Wang Yan raised his right hand, pointing with his index finger at the descending Ninth Fist.
Suddenly, from Wang Yan's fingertip, a bolt of lightning as thick as a finger shot out.
Seeing this, the demon was initially stunned, then couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Hahaha, is that all the thunder you've got?"
But before he could finish speaking, the demon was dumbfounded.
