Lei Yun Valley.
The Great Lord of Divine Thunder bathed in thunderbolts, his skinny frame, couldn't help but sigh: "These thunderbolts are too weak; they can't even heal my injuries."
Seventy years ago, one of his close friends had betrayed the Ancient God, siding with the Evil God. In his overwhelming rage, the Great Lord of Divine Thunder struck with fury.
He alone fought against two Great Lords and severely injured his erstwhile friend.
But his own injuries were evidently more severe.
"To live another three hundred years... is not too bad," The Great Lord of Divine Thunder muttered, feeling his own body.
His injuries were far too severe.
Otherwise, being a Great Lord, his lifespan should be measured in units of a hundred thousand years.
Three hundred years would basically feel like a blink of an eye.
At this moment, an elderly voice echoed.
