The Art of Lightning Control had yet to dissipate. Lin Feng guided the lightning once more, blasting it into the cluster of Evil Spirit Sect disciples.

“Boom!”

Dozens of unconscious cultists would never wake again. Their bodies crumbled to ash beneath the lightning, vanishing into the air.

Once that was done, Lin Feng dispersed the lightning orb and stepped into the palanquin. He untied the ropes binding Zhong Ling and removed the black cloth covering her eyes.