Boom!
Blue lightning tore through the sky's silence, and thunder followed closely, as if to split the earth.
The twisted lightning zigzagged like a net within the heavy, dark clouds, while torrential rain fell from the clouds to the ground, shrouding distant mountains in a hazy mist, adding an inexplicable sense of depression to the atmosphere.
Shao Zifeng sat cross-legged at the edge of the cliff, with one black and one white Tang sword lying across his lap, while Jingjing lay behind him, using its broad fins to shield Shao Zifeng from the rain.
The bloodstains on his chest were washed clean by the heavy rain; the Sacrificial Bone Blade, nurtured by fresh blood, emitted increasingly dense black mist, providing Shao Zifeng with stronger power and no discomfort at all.
He placed his right hand on the hilt, and purple-red lines wrapped around the bone blade, resembling writhing tentacles.
