With a single thought, endless thunder descended, aiming to strike down Fan Yao.
Fan Yao's complexion changed, she felt the calamity of extinction upon her.
This was the Heavenly Venerate seeking to kill her, using the Thunder Dao to completely annihilate her.
Zhuge Ming and the others' complexions drastically changed, their bodies trembling as they all fled to the distance.
Just as Fan Yao believed she was about to die, a giant hand descended, seizing the lightning and directly crushing the sprawling thunders.
Fan Yao looked up at the owner of the hand.
It was a man of extreme heroism, with slightly raised sword-like brows, a face full of defiance, and a pair of eyes filled with intense dissatisfaction, staring at Wang Lingguan.
"Great Saint,"
Fan Yao excitedly cried out.
She had not expected that the Great Saint would save her when she thought she was certain to die.
Sun Wukong nodded slightly, his gaze landed on Wang Lingguan, and a hint of coldness appeared in his eyes.
