Chapter 753 Blood Lightning Onslaught

• He shot forward again, outright ripping the air; each pulse of force cracked like a rifle shot beside the ear. The collision sounded less like martial combat and more like a comet losing its argument with a planet.
• A loud boom ripped through the hall, louder than the thoughts in any head. Furniture, tapestries—everything not stone—crumbled beneath the hurricane pressure.
• Even the stained-glass skylight exploded outward, raining jeweled shards.