As a crisp and piercing cry came from within the dark clouds, the surging thunderclouds grew violently more intense, with silver lightning flashing wildly.
Boom, rumble!
Accompanied by the dense sound of thunderbolts, about two dozen thick bolts of lightning shot down from midair, creating a forest of lightning that struck a stretch of jungle over a hundred feet away.
In an instant, the lush undergrowth turned to nothing, the ground blasted with deep holes, and clumps of soil were flung into the air, leaving the whole area of the jungle two feet lower than the surrounding terrain and the ground scorched black.
Yuan Ming's face showed an expression of shock; the destructive power displayed by the lightning called down by the thunderstorm had exceeded that of second-level demon beasts, and even third-level demon beasts might not be capable of such an act. Could the lightning summoned by the Winged Bird truly be this powerful?
