Boom—
The vast Juetian Plain shook violently, creating fissures that became unfathomably deep canyons, as windstorms made the grassland surge like ocean waves.
Screams rang through the air, incessant to the ear, as countless life forms plummeted in every direction.
Qin Jun still reclined on his couch, with Xing Tian and Patriarch Bodhi by his side, he had no need to flee. If the Nether Lord had been at his peak, he might have stirred up a storm.
But he wasn't.
Fiery flames and thunder illuminated each other, turning the night sky into a resplendent tableau. With a wave of his right hand, Donghuang Taiyi scattered the surrounding thunder and lightning. Looking up, he saw the Nether Lord above him, over seven thousand meters away.
For them, such a distance was negligible. Donghuang Taiyi could see the hatred and rage in the Nether Lord's eyes.
"Not satisfied? Then come at me,"
Donghuang Taiyi beckoned to the Nether Lord, his demeanor mocking, as though toying with a child.
