There was no wind or thunder. Flashes of silver lightning continuously streaked from cloud to cloud like dancing demons. They transformed into continuous thunderclaps, creating an atmosphere of doomsday.
They were entangled with each other, making crackling sounds and gathering into five different figures.
The men in dark red had already been stunned. Although there were numerous Descendants of Divine Devils who could make use of their blood lineage to connect with the heaven and bring about all kinds of mysterious phenomena, only real Divine Devils could trigger Thunder Punishment of the doomsday.
The Silver Thunder Light gradually died down. The appearance of these five figures clearly seen. They were three men and two women whose charisma was all imposing and extraordinary. Some of them were even gorgeous.
"They, they are Masters!" The canny man called Sixth Brother suddenly recovered himself and exclaimed.
