In such a thunderstorm day, Zhong Yashe and the others who were trembling in fear under the deterrence of the Thunder God. Their gazes were frozen. All that was reflected in their pupils were the oppressive and immense thunder spreading across the sky.
The thunder smashed through the roof and spilled into the hall, turning the hall as bright as in daytime with surging Thunderbolts Pythons.
Looking at the wonderful, silver-like sea of the Thunder Light near the steps, Zhong Yashe took back a few steps with an idea reverberating in his mind.
The Exterior, the Exterior!
A lamenting sound came from the magic blade at his waist as if its essence had been hurt by the thunder's pure Yang power.
But the sound was not enough to shake Zhong Yashe out of his trace. Reflected in his eyes were still the shadows of the lighting. The scene unfolding before him seemed as if it had come out of the legends of Gods and Devils.
