"My God, it's too strong."
"Thunder God is alive! It must be Thor himself!"
"Are you kidding me? A million evil spirits… wiped out just like that?!"
The onlookers were left speechless, their eyes wide in disbelief. Their hearts were filled with shock and awe. No words could truly capture the overwhelming spectacle they had just witnessed.
A mere moment ago, millions of evil spirits had descended, threatening their lives, and even the country had abandoned them, sealing the city and resigning to the fact that this was a disaster beyond the reach of the military.
But now, all of those evil spirits were nothing more than ash, obliterated by the power of thunder. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that such an absurd outcome was possible.
The sky, once thick with dark clouds and raging winds, had returned to its calm, clear state. The city, which had been on the brink of destruction, was now restored to peace. No trace of the evil spirits remained. Every single one had been wiped out by the unrelenting storm of thunder.
"Is this… is this a god?" Bai Yingxue muttered under her breath, her small fist clenched as she gazed at the mysterious figure in the sky. Her beautiful eyes were filled with awe, and a deep yearning surged within her. She had never believed in gods before, but the scene unfolding before her shattered everything she thought she knew.
There were gods in this world. There had to be. What else could explain such unimaginable power?
"Such a powerful land immortal, the force of that thunderbolt—it's no different than a missile strike," one person remarked, trembling. "If one of those lightning bolts hit me, I'd be reduced to charcoal… no, to nothing but ash."
"Exactly. With just a wave of his hand, tens of thousands of thunderbolts rained down. It was like an artillery barrage, washing the entire area of evil spirits. There wasn't even a chance for them to flee. Death was everywhere."
"The most terrifying part is that those lightning strikes seem to have a mind of their own. They hunt down each evil spirit with precision. How is that possible?"
"I don't know… But one thing's clear: no national army could stand against someone like that. Even modern weapons would be powerless."
"That's right. The thunder on his body is the perfect counter to any modern technology. One strike, and every piece of electronic equipment would fry in an instant."
"No missiles, no tanks, no planes would even get close. They'd be burned the moment they did."
"There's no way to defeat him—not unless you could somehow ambush him with a nuclear bomb."
"Think about it," another person added with a shake of their head. "Do you really think someone at this level would be slow enough to be caught off guard by a missile? He could probably teleport hundreds of miles in a second. Even the speed of a nuclear bomb wouldn't be able to match the speed of someone like this."
The realization set in. This was no ordinary force. Whoever—or whatever—this person was, they were beyond the scope of anything these people had ever known. The true power of the gods had arrived.