This was a middle-aged man, his skin showing an unusual pale blue-white hue. The surface of his pale blue-white skin had clear thunder patterns visible, with lightning flowing through it, faintly emitting a rumbling sound.
Wu Jie, filled with joy, yelled at the middle-aged man, "Changming Thunder God, we have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Wu Jie, Zhu Bingshen, Xu Xiuyun, it's you."
The middle-aged man, Changming Thunder God, recognized Wu Jie, Zhu Bingshen, and Xu Xiuyun, his expression changing abruptly.
The lightning flowed around his body, with thunderbolts flashing across his skin, the power of thunderbolts surging, constantly making explosive sounds, resembling flowing water about to burst forth from his body at any moment.
"Gentlemen, join me in suppressing this rebel."
