Qin Hao stood on the peak of a valley.
His gaze fixed on the surging Thunder Clouds above.
With one hand behind his back, his eyes flickering uncertainly.
Clad in azure, he remained unwavering amidst the tempest.
Behind Qin Hao, two Flying Zombies stood, one on each side,
saving the Corpse King from the clutches of the Heavenly Thunder.
Qin Hao's gaze never left the Thunder Clouds from start to finish.
At this moment, the Golden Thunder in the clouds had accumulated to seventy-six bolts.
The power of seventy-six folds of golden mysterious thunder could crush everything.
A single bolt could instantly pulverize the giant python into dust.
Disciples from Emei Mountain, the Carefree Sect, and Shaosen Temple watched the battle,
daring not to even breathe.
Even Ye Jiuyun, Zhu Cong, Wang Wurou, and others held their breath, not daring to disturb the Heavenly Master.
They were unqualified to intervene at this level of Golden Thunder.