With the final cold laugh of the Heavenly Dao Society expert, that black radiance instantly swallowed the surrounding space, as if the entire heaven and earth were shrouded in this formidable energy. Chen Haotian stood where he was, fixing his eyes on the Black Thunder Phantom before him, feeling the oppressive weight radiating from that energy. This aura seemed capable of devouring everything, making any power appear so insignificant in its presence.
"A forbidden art... truly the final trump card of the Heavenly Dao Society." A cold smile crossed Chen Haotian's mind, yet his gaze held not the slightest trace of fear. His sword was already gripped tight, spiritual qi circulating rapidly within his body, and a faint blue light radiating from his skin.
At this moment, the body of the Heavenly Dao Society expert had swelled several times over, his eyes stained a bloody red and his visage distorted, as though his entire strength was being driven by the black thunder. He stood in place like a living god of thunder, and the coercive pressure he emanated caused the surrounding air to distort.
Chapter 227