Flying to a point more than a hundred zhang from the cloud in the sky, the shopkeeper suddenly stopped, his expression heavy as he opened his mouth and spat out a mass of blood essence.
His ten fingers quickly pointed at the blood essence a few times, and suddenly this blood transformed into several large blood talismans, shooting towards the five-color lightning arc.
With a flash, all the blood talismans entered the five-color lightning arc.
Immediately, this lightning arc emitted a loud rumbling sound, and the dark clouds all dissipated and vanished within the five-colored lightning.
The gigantic five-color lightning arc hovered and twisted in the sky with a menacing appearance, revealing its true form without a doubt.
Seeing this mighty display of thunder, the shopkeeper swallowed dryly, then gritted his teeth and spat out several more masses of blood essence, which likewise turned into blood talismans and merged into the Five-Colored Heavenly Thunder.