บท 1243: Peak Battle

Xu Qing got close.

The dark clouds that looked like colossal creatures pressed down, giving off an ominous feeling.

As Prince Mingnan's footsteps landed, under the pitch-black night sky, the clouds began to churn, like ocean waves stirred by a fierce wind, with lightning flashing within, resembling silver serpents dancing wildly in the darkness, intersecting into ancient and mysterious runes.

Thunder rumbled and shook the sky, as though a beast was roaring.

The behemoth had awakened!

A vast storm suddenly formed outside Prince Mingnan's body.

The violent wind was like a blade, sweeping in all directions, pushing aside the clouds and stirring up the magma, forming a fire storm.

Even the bone dragon was on the verge of collapse from the violent wind, as though it would be swept away by the storm in the next moment.

Those human cultivators were like leaves that were swept up by the wind and thrown up, forming a chaotic scene.