Xiao Qiang furrowed his brows, his expression darkening. Zhou Wenfang was no fool—the power of the Evil Demon feared Heavenly Thunder the most. How could he possibly summon it?
Zhou Wenfang's face twisted savagely as he roared, "Hahaha, Xiao Qiang, do you see? This damned thieving heaven fears my power and wants to strike me dead with Heavenly Thunder. It's just too bad that this damned heaven couldn't possibly kill me. Heh heh, now let me send you to hell!"
"You're wrong, this is not any Jindan tribulation thunder. It is merely a coincidence that the thunder fell," Xiao Qiang suddenly said with a smile, composed and at ease.
Zhou Wenfang had gone from heaven to hell in a short time, his entire being still rendered insanely mad. Naturally, he knew that once this battle ended, he would be wiped from existence, but for him now, killing Xiao Qiang before he dissipated had become his final obsession!
