"Myriad Thunder Heaven Summoning!"
In the center of the thunderstorm, Su Chengyu's explosive shout suddenly echoed.
Along with the erupting aura, the silver thunder instantly burst apart, completely beyond Jiang Mo's control.
The massive impact directly disrupted Jiang Mo's control over the Coiling Dragon Mace, causing him to instinctively retreat several steps, his eyebrows furrowed as he watched the distant thunderstorm.
Under the dissipating storm, in the scene covered by thunder, Su Chengyu stood unwaveringly in the center like a god of thunder.
"How is this possible?"
Jiang Mo looked at Su Chengyu in disbelief, unable to comprehend how Su Chengyu accomplished all this.
Facing the massive thunderstorm, not only was he unharmed, but he also converted ninety percent of the thunder's power into his own strength.
