The enormous electrical grid was shattered by the terrifying dragon's roar, the Sky-Burning Power from Zhúzhòu's Dragon enough to incinerate everything in the world. From a distance, the towering building was engulfed in surging flames, only occasionally pierced by the might of lightning, which then extinguished in the blink of an eye.
No one could get close to them.
The raging flow of fire was sufficient to burn everything in the world to ashes; even the seemingly beautiful butterflies contained the energy of destruction, and the space they occupied was twisted by the tremendous energy collision.
Long Ling spread her pale palm; more and more electric lightning butterflies floated up, resembling a deep blue tide, yet they were dense with extremely frightful electric light.
"You once almost reached the threshold of The Tenth Kingdom," she said softly. "You should also be able to feel the power of the soul. Since you have been to the Arctic, you should be able to sense its anger."