My Beasts Grind Proficiency For Me

Chapter 207 - 109: Thunder Roars in the Nine Heavens

BOOM!

Purple True Thunder burst from the clouds, striking down toward the ground like branching tendrils.

The dazzling lightning became nearly the sole source of light in the dim world.

The muffled thunder made the very earth tremble. The Cultivators from the Law Enforcement Team had already fled twenty to thirty li away, using every last bit of their strength. Still, the terrifying boom shook them to their core, and their hearts pounded as if about to leap from their chests.

The baleful clouds hung low as a fierce wind howled. The piercing sound of snapping wood was endless, as countless ancient trees, some centuries or even a millennium old, had their branches and trunks broken by the gale.

"Is this really the Taixiao Thunder Technique?"

Wei Ying felt the awe-inspiring divine might descending from the heavens. He was utterly horrified, and his voice trembled.

Behind him, Zhonglan Cha was in an even worse state. She was almost speechless and had completely concealed her Demonic Qi, terrified of provoking the True Thunder in the sky.

Suddenly, with a flash of purple light, a bolt of Taixiao True Thunder struck down from the heavens.

A dim, yellow Defensive Spirit Light flared up where the True Thunder was about to strike. It held for only a few moments before shattering with a boom, scattering like fireflies.

A cry of alarm rang out. The Demon Cultivator abandoned his Celestial Demon Umbrella, a Spiritual Artifact he cherished like a treasure, and transformed into a streak of Tunneling Light, trying to escape the True Thunder’s range.

CRACK!

The True Thunder roared as another bolt of Taixiao True Thunder descended, searing a winding, brilliant scar across the sky and striking the Demon Cultivator’s Tunneling Light directly.

The Demon Cultivator didn’t even last a single moment before being reduced to a cloud of ash.

Zhonglan Cha gasped. ’That was the Celestial Demon Umbrella! Among the Four Demon Sects, it’s a Spiritual Artifact on par with the Taiyin Seven Evils Banner.’

"No wonder Yang Jing dared to intentionally spread the news that he would break the Wei Family’s defenses in seven days. His target wasn’t the Wei Family, but us Demon Cultivators from the Four Sects."

Wei Ying glanced at Zhonglan Cha’s wretched state, then scooped her up. Using only his physical body to execute a Rising Skill, he fled from the heavy, baleful clouds in the sky. Even he didn’t dare to rashly mobilize his Magical Power, lest he attract the Taixiao True Thunder from above.

The other Demon Cultivators who had snuck in, hoping to scavenge some spoils, made the same choice and fled the area.

Every now and then, an unlucky Demon Cultivator would be sensed by the Taixiao True Thunder and blasted into a pile of ashes.

Watching those Demon Cultivators die under the True Thunder, their bodies completely annihilated, Wei Ying felt a pang of regret. ’Couldn’t Yang Jing control the power of this Taixiao True Thunder just a little? He could have at least left their Storage Bags and Spiritual Artifacts behind.’

He had already seen at least five Spiritual Artifacts destroyed.

Only after fleeing another five li did Wei Ying come to a stop.

"Wei Minister, do you think that Yang Jing can win?"

Zhonglan Cha asked, her heart still pounding with fear.

Such a Thunder Technique, bordering on heavenly might, made her faith in the Red Evil True Demon waver for the first time.

Wei Ying shook his head with some hesitation.

"If we were in the Central Continent, Yang Jing would undoubtedly win. The Celestial Thunder Technique has always been a method for these Righteous Cultivators to borrow the might of heaven and earth, allowing the weak to overcome the strong. But we are on the overseas Western Continent. Although the Nine Heavens that cover the Central Continent have been expanding outward for tens of thousands of years, the Taixiao Heaven above the Western Continent is still somewhat thin. The Taixiao True Thunder he summons by building an altar will likely only injure the Red Evil True Demon, not kill it."

Tens of thousands of years ago, when the Seven Great Sects first arrived on the Western Continent, the Celestial Thunder Technique was nearly impossible to use. Even if a patriarch at the Divinity Transformation Cultivation level built an altar to summon thunder, the rolling True Thunder would take about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn to arrive from the distant Central Continent, its power greatly diminished.

If not for this, they wouldn’t have needed to join forces with Demons to exterminate the Fur Gods and Evil Gods back then.

Celestial Thunder is best at smiting unsanctioned Divine Beings, Ancient Artifact Spirits, and Hidden Original Qi, as well as Breaking Altars and Temples.

Meanwhile, Yang Jing was sitting cross-legged on the Jade Platform, the Peach Wood Sword and the Shenxiao Thunder Seal placed before him.

The Secret Character Thunder Talisman in his Dantian resonated with the rolling True Thunder in the sky, almost as if it would transform into the boundless thunder itself, or into a Divine Being that controlled it.

The already incredibly complex Secret Character Thunder Talisman underwent another transformation, faintly taking the shape of a blurry, divine silhouette.

For a Cultivator like him, who had formed the Secret Character Thunder Talisman on his own, every time he built an altar for Thunder Summoning was a rare opportunity for cultivation.

After resonating with the boundless Taixiao True Thunder, Yang Jing’s Spiritual Sense could perceive every movement and change within a radius of over a dozen li as clearly as the lines on his own palm. No matter how skilled the Demon Cultivators’ concealment techniques were, they could not escape his perception.

A Cyan Gold Light flickered in his eyes; his Grotto Dark Dharma Eye had yielded great gains.

Under these circumstances, if Yang Jing were to call down the True Thunder, at most only thirty percent of the Demon Cultivators present would be able to escape. This had been his plan all along: to lure the active Demon Cultivators from the Seven Kingdoms here over seven days, and then annihilate them with the Thunder Technique.

Unfortunately, men’s schemes are no match for Heaven’s plans. Yang Jing’s Spiritual Sense, now magnified countless times over, could faintly perceive a restless and frenzied Demon Intent through the Five Mountains Spirit Suppression Array and the Seven Illusions of Celestial Demon Array.

The Red Evil True Demon, which had been enjoying its meal of blood and flesh, suddenly stirred. Its demonic eyes snapped around to look in Yang Jing’s direction.

It, too, had sensed someone outside the Array prying into its domain.

The Red Evil True Demon was incredibly savage, with a temper like a lit fuse. Wiping the blood from the corner of its mouth, it suddenly threw its head back and let out a long howl.

A terrifying shockwave of sound radiated from it, echoing throughout the Five Mountains Spirit Suppression Array. Swathes of mortal houses were directly blown away and overturned by the sonic blast.

Even the Demon Cultivators felt their internal organs tremble.

The next moment, the Red Evil True Demon stomped on the ground. The earth rippled like the surface of water, and the remaining blood in the Blood Pool shot into the sky like a fountain.

The array anchors of the Five Mountains Spirit Suppression Array, buried in various locations, began to shake violently.

In the next instant, the Red Evil True Demon vanished from its spot.

It forcibly burst out of the formation, causing the Restrictions of the entire Grand Array to suffer a severe impact.

Wei Dong gasped for breath, shaken by the Red Evil True Demon’s terrifying power, and exclaimed with delight:

"With such a True Demon, how can that Yang Jing possibly contend with it? Our victory is assured!"

Outside the Array, atop the Jade Platform, Yang Jing’s eyes snapped open.

His Spiritual Sense instantly locked onto the charging Red Evil True Demon.

The Tunneling Speed of such a True Demon was astonishingly fast; a distance of three hundred zhang vanished in a flash. The next moment, the tall, gaunt figure of the Red Evil True Demon appeared above the platform. Its Demon Claw formed a palm and slammed down viciously.

Only then did Yang Jing hear the piercing shriek of the air being displaced by the Red Evil True Demon’s flight.

Its flight speed was actually comparable to the Sword Qi Thunder Sound of a Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivator.

Ninety percent of Foundation Establishment Cultivators couldn’t avoid this strike and could only offer their necks to be slain. The remainder could barely manage to pull back a few zhang, only succeeding in dying a little more slowly.

But Yang Jing simply raised the Peach Wood Sword in his hand.

BOOM!

A bolt of Taixiao True Thunder as thick as a water vat struck straight down. With speed so fast one couldn’t even cover their ears, it slammed into the Red Evil True Demon’s back.

BOOM!

The massive Red Evil True Demon was struck head-on, and it crashed heavily to the ground.