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Chapter 68 - Chapter 68 No Place To Run

They watched in stunned silence as the entire sky above them darkened, engulfed by thunderclouds that seemed to stretch endlessly across the closed city. Within those clouds, lightning crackled and flashed, each bolt more terrifying than the last.

The sheer presence of the thunderclouds was enough to instill dread. The magnetic field of the city warped, and the once reliable hum of electronic devices came to an abrupt halt. Televisions, computers, and mobile phones began to spark and burn out, one by one. The lights overhead flickered and died, leaving the city in a suffocating darkness.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The sound of thunder was deafening, and then the heavens seemed to open, unleashing a barrage of hundreds of thousands of thunderbolts. From his position in the sky, the mysterious powerhouse, like a thunder god incarnate, wove his control over the endless power of the storm.

The thunderbolts tore through the air with surgical precision, striking the masses of evil spirits below with brutal force. Each strike was like a precision missile, devastating all in its path.

In an instant, tens of thousands of evil spirits were obliterated. Their forms were reduced to dust and ash before they could even cry out. The remaining spirits, paralyzed with fear, began to scatter in all directions, desperate to escape the storm of death.

"Run! Flee for your lives!" one of the spirits shouted, its voice filled with terror. "You can't fight it, it's not a human! It must be a god!"

The evil spirits, once proud and unyielding, now scrambled in panic, knowing that any resistance would be futile. Like a stampede of frightened animals, they scattered, fleeing in every direction across the city.

But their flight was in vain.

Every thunderbolt seemed to track their movements, homing in on their very presence.

Boom!

A group of evil spirits, attempting to hide beneath the cover of a large tree, were struck by a thunderbolt. The bolt instantly reduced them to cinders, while the tree they sought refuge under was scorched and ignited, adding to the chaos.

Boom!

Another bolt struck down a group that had dashed into the street. The spirits were reduced to ash, and the concrete road beneath them shattered, creating a massive crater as rubble flew in every direction.

Boom!

Some evil spirits sought shelter in nearby buildings, but it was no use. A bolt of lightning tore through the structure, collapsing the walls and reducing them to nothing. The spirits within were obliterated in an instant.

No matter where they fled—be it into buildings, down streets, or even into sewers—there was no escape. The thunderbolts rained down, hunting them with relentless precision, turning every corner of the city into a battlefield, and reducing the once-mighty army of evil spirits to nothing but ash.