As Jiang Yuan's words came to an end
The sky suddenly changed dramatically, overhead was an endless surge of thunderbolts, and gusts of wind gathered around.
A sight that signaled the impending end of the world.
Old Ma looked up at the sky, knowing that the scene before his eyes was illusory.
This was just an illusory realm generated in his mind, but his heart couldn't stop trembling.
In the face of such overwhelming heavenly might, mortals were as insignificant as ants.
A random thunderbolt could reduce him to dust in an instant.
How could he suppress his inner fear in such a situation!
Jiang Yuan asked, "How are you feeling?"
Gu Mo shook his head, "Young Master's martial intent is stronger than the Grand Tribe Chief of the Black Wind Tribe, and I can't even break free from this illusion."
At this moment, Old Ma suddenly spoke up, "Young Master, under the coverage of your martial intent, if I am struck by a thunderbolt and reduced to dust, will the real me die?"
