"Boom!"
The thunder roared through the high skies, and electric dragons flashed brilliantly. Such a bizarre sight had lasted for an entire month.
The heavens had long withheld divine punishment, and the fear among the cultivators of the Mainland grew ever deeper.
For the terrifying energy, unparalleled in its horror, was becoming more dreadful, and the thunder more frequent.
Everyone could feel that divine punishment was about to descend upon this land.
"This strong call and the scent of danger have already begun to descend."
Above the Dragon God Palace, Feng Wuchen had been meditating for an entire month. Feeling the most intense summons and danger, he slightly opened his closed eyes, glancing toward the high skies.
There, it was as if a peerless powerhouse sent by the heavens wanted to completely annihilate him.
"Brother Feng." Ling Xiaoxiao looked at Feng Wuchen with concern.
