Ye Yunruo's expression changed drastically. As the solemn music dissipated from her ears, the green-golden sea of Thunder atop her head grew visibly more violent.
They no longer stayed calmly in mid-air, not interweaving into a net, thoroughly crushing the wandering remnants of the deceased.
Instead, they split into numerous small globular lightnings, falling like a hailstorm.
"Boom! Boom! Boooom!!"
Calamity struck again, and the situation that had just stabilized plunged into greater chaos.
Ye Mochou's mouth twitched repeatedly. Seeing his clansmen in disarray, he ultimately held up the Abyss of Destruction with his own strength to intercept the Thunder Element sweeping across heaven and earth.
"Cursed for eight generations, I've never worried about food or clothing since I was young, how did I end up in such a mess!"
