Forget about the likes of Jian Mo and others; even Yang Zhen himself was frightened out of his wits, staring blankly at the raging clouds in the sky.
Black?
Was that actually black thunder?
Though it was only a sliver of a black line, this black was all too familiar to Yang Zhen.
Having witnessed the black divine retribution twice before, a cataclysmic event that could obliterate heaven and earth and annihilate all things, this was none other than the world-ending Black Thunder that descended during the great calamity of the heavens and earth.
Seeing Jian Mo and the others starting to come this way, Yang Zhen urgently shouted, "Don't come over, none of you come over!"
What a joke, was this something you could easily get close to?
Let alone the likes of Jian Mo and Dao Mo, who were Saint Sovereign powerhouses, even if a mere mortal wandered in, any change provoked in the Black Thunder could be sufficient to strike Yang Zhen dead on the spot.
