Seeing the black-robed man, who had only half a palm left, slowly beginning to recover, everyone fell into a deathly silence of despair.
"Thunderous Roar!"
The Lord of Thunder suddenly let out an angry roar, his body bursting with brilliant divine light. However, this divine light was like an evening primrose, reaching its peak in an instant and then rapidly declining.
Boom~
A thunderclap resounded in the sky, and a bolt of lightning struck towards the lightning engraved on the handle of the war hammer, instantly blasting the half palm into pieces. The intense electric current flowed on the Bloodthirsty Warhammer, the high temperature killing off every bit of flesh and cells on the hammer.
Eventually, the Bloodthirsty Warhammer simply floated quietly in the air. Moments later, the divine power radiating from its surface disappeared, and it fell from the sky like an ordinary hammer, landing heavily on the ground!
