Above the firmament, thunder roared.
Rumble!
A bolt of lightning exploded loudly, deafeningly, causing the faces of both armies below to change.
"Has the Duke of Thunder shown his power again?"
"This time it won't strike us too, will it?"
"This seems even more intense than before."
"..."
The rebel army discussed anxiously, instinctively shrinking their necks.
Qin Hao and the others had their pupils widened, as they saw Chen Mo muttering, with subtle Thunder Serpents dancing between his thumb and index finger.
Then they saw only Chen Mo pointing his index finger at the opposite mountain peak.
Crack!
A bolt of heavenly thunder fell incredibly swiftly.
"Boom!"
A dazzling white light accompanied by a deafening explosion flashed before the Song Army's eyes.
The next moment, they saw the opposite mountain peak slightly flattened, and the ancient tree that stood upright there was directly charred black, collapsing and sliding off the cliff.
