It was tyrannical and terrifying.
Rumble! Thunderbolts crackled in the sky as bolts of thunder and lightning descended from the sky. Each bolt of lightning was as thick as a water bucket and flickered with purple light.
Li Xiang had cultivated this Thunder Mark for a very long time. It had already reached the mythical level, and its power was extremely violent.
At this moment, the surrounding space was distorted. Tong Twelve was like a lightning rod. Countless purple thunder and lightning gathered crazily toward him and smashed onto his body.
This scene came too suddenly. Even Tong Twelve did not expect that the thunder and lightning attack would be so fast. Previously, the Lord of Dawn had been frozen in place under the reflection mirror. But now, he had exploded.
A fatal crisis loomed over his heart. Tong Twelve's face could not help but reveal a fearful expression.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
