Mao Yuhan was not standing idle while the pair spoke. He raised his two axes high above his head. Wind and lightning gathered around his weapons, merging together. The loud crackle of thunder defeated the people watching the battle, forcing them to cover their ears, lest their eardrums burst apart from the sound. It mixed with the howling winds.
Not to high above Mao Yuhan’s weapons, a sphere had formed. It was a massive crackling orb of lightning and wind. The howling intensified as the air around them surged toward the sphere like it was sucking up everything in its path.
“This is my most powerful technique! You should feel honored that I’m using it on a bastard like you!” Mao Yuhan shouted. “I’m gonna turn you to ashes!!”
Mao Yuhan sent the sphere hurtling toward Wu Jian, who thought
