Eight Hundred Stellar Stars

All around, the spirit beasts vanished, terror driving the beast tide to scatter in retreat. 

Naturally, spirit beasts feared heavenly lightning, but Braydon Neal had summoned ten thousand thunder strikes—a thunderstorm transcending mere thunder. 

This was a heavenly lightning tribulation, an awe-inspiring force that left no creature untouched.

In the blink of an eye, ten thousand thunderbolts cascaded from the heavens, saturating the hundred-mile radius with crackling electricity. 

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Thunder reverberated, shaking the very earth beneath Machusa, causing simple structures to crumble and birds to plummet from the sky.

The onslaught flattened hills, reduced vegetation to ash, and scorched the ground to charred remains, leaving behind a landscape ravaged by devastation. 

Within the hundred-mile radius, the land sank ten meters, and every spirit beast met its demise—save for three eighth-level holdouts who fled in terror.