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Accompanying the wrath of the Qilin, the brightly lit city flickered erratically, evidently affected by intense electromagnetic pulses; the entire city's power system collapsed in an instant, and darkness descended.
This scene seemed like the ancient divine might was scoffing at the fragility of modern civilization. Billions of thunderbolts, like an angry deluge, engulfed the vast city. Had it not been for that golden tree branch shooting skyward, propping up a dome-like barrier for defense, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Nobody expected that the Ancestral God would personally intervene!
If it weren't for the High Priest holding up, disaster would have already struck.
This completely disrupted the military's attack plan. There wasn't a person in the world prepared to wage a battle against this Deity, let alone know anything about her current form of life.
The only one capable of fighting, Medanzo, couldn't be summoned.
