Time seemed to slow as Bai Yingxue and her group prepared themselves for the inevitable, ready to face death head-on. They held onto a grim resolve, determined to fight until the end against the vast army of evil spirits.
Then, suddenly, a shout broke through the tension.
"Look! Someone's appeared, floating in the air!"
The shout drew everyone's gaze, and sure enough, there was a figure hovering high above them.
"Is that really a person? Could it be that the mysterious powerhouse has returned?"
Hope surged through the group. The appearance of this figure in the sky felt like a lifeline, like a savior had arrived just in time.
"A mysterious powerhouse?!" Bai Yingxue's attention snapped to the sky, searching for the figure. But try as she might, the sight seemed obscured by an unknown force, making it impossible to make out the details.
"Shit, it's over… that Ghost King, it looks like he's dead—struck down by a bolt of lightning," someone muttered, stunned.
Bai Yingxue's eyes widened. She could see it now—among the vast army of evil spirits, the Ghost King had been sitting on his throne. In the blink of an eye, a purple bolt of lightning had appeared, and the Ghost King was gone, reduced to nothing in an instant.
"Wait, what? The Ghost King? The leader of millions of evil spirits… he just got struck down?"
The members of the Special Affairs Bureau were in disbelief. This was no ordinary event. The Ghost King was a being so powerful it had been able to incite the entire country to deploy its military forces in response. A creature of sss-level danger—something that couldn't even be stopped by a nuclear bomb. And yet, it had been annihilated by a mere lightning strike.
"This… this must be another mysterious powerhouse. The one from last time didn't summon thunder, but this one can control it," someone else ventured, trying to make sense of the situation.
Indeed, the previous mysterious figure—who had decimated thousands of barbarian soldiers—had been terrifying and unfathomable, but had shown no signs of controlling thunder. This new figure, however, wielded the power of the heavens themselves, like an incarnation of Thor.
"Another powerhouse at the land fairy god level?" Qin Changqing muttered, his fists clenched in disbelief.
It was as though the world was transforming before his very eyes, unveiling mysteries beyond anything he had ever imagined. Powerful beings, each more unfathomable than the last, seemed to be appearing one after another.
"Thunder… This has to be Thor. No one else could control such immense power," someone whispered, awe and fear in their eyes.
The realization was clear: the world they knew was only a fraction of something far larger, a realm teeming with unimaginable forces, and this mysterious figure—this god-like being—was a living testament to that truth.