"Crack, crack..."
Wen Yanxin manipulated the Phoenix-Fear Zither to summon a storm of wind blades, roaring as they came. Meanwhile, Fang Xing spread his fingers open and pressed down mid-air. At the tips of his fingers, bursts of electricity erupted, and then more lightning gathered from all directions, forming Thunder Pythons as thick as jade pillars in a flash, entwining the Wind Blade Illusory Phoenix conjured by the Phoenix-Fear Zither.
The thunder's intent scattered and returned to the void, and the wind blades were thrown into chaos, swirling towards the surrounding emptiness.
It was unclear if these attacks affected the harmony of heaven and earth, but a fine misty rain began to fall around Mirror Lake.
"He's actually mastered control over lightning?"
Wen Yanxin was secretly taken aback, hurriedly plucking at the zither strings with her ten fingers.
