The Ancient Magical Formation Spell passed down by the King of Darkness had a fully justified reputation, and even though it seemed on the verge of collapse, it still persisted and gained a whole hour for Yang Ling. After it blocked the last lightning bolt of the third round of attacks, a cracking sound echoed, and it disappeared.
Rumble!
After three rounds of lightning attacks, the black clouds in the sky started churning, and they covered the sky and the sun. They were preparing a stronger attack, and many serpentine lightning bolts streaked across the sky. Thunder rolls echoed ceaselessly, and even though the soldiers covered their ears with cotton, they still felt quite unwell due to thunder. This was why they had to retreat quickly under the command of Ashnamov.