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In the gray-veiled starry skies, thunder roared like serpentine dragons, their clamors shaking heaven and earth.
The Thunder Divine Court, entwined by vines and branches, hovered in the depths of the Misty Sea, radiating endless fierce lightning.
After falling beneath the realm of the Thunder God's spirit and regaining consciousness, He immediately changed His attitude, treating Himself as the Artifact Soul of this magnificent Divine Court.
"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"
The thirteenth-level "World Tree," guided by Pang Ling's direction, also lashed out towards Bai Zi's position.
The area of the Misty Sea's void where Bai Zi hovered was blasted by such frenetic Divine Power waves, making the smile on the face of the girl on Pang Jian's shoulder glow even more brilliantly.
"I'm not afraid I won't be able to flush you out."
