Combat Ability

Ye Futian reached out. Wind and thunder converged in his palm. A horrible gale wrapped around and purple lightning danced. Even his eyes seemed to shine with purple light. Wild Spiritual Qi formed a frightening image in his palms. It spun like a windstorm. A shocking spell was about to be born.

"This…" Everyone discovered with surprise that two different spells emerged from Ye Futian's hands. A horrible windstorm was created on his left hand. On his right hand, a terrible lightning dragon was forming. It seemed to have been carved. Endless lightning transformed into a chain that swung towards the falling meteorites, locking them in lightning.

The wind and lightning dragon was still growing wildly.

"Our junior can inscribe?" Xue Ye's eyes flashed. Ye Futian used his spiritual energy and powerful sense of Spiritual Qi to inscribe in the air without an inscriber's pen and paper. He released a spell that was above his plane.