Ling Han stretched out his hand. With a thought, zi, a bolt of lightning shot out from the palm of his hand, striking back at those soldiers.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Instantly, the spears in the hands of these soldiers exploded one after another.
Though the destructive power of this kind of spear was great, the material it was made of was not very high grade. With a sweep of the divine light of lightning, it naturally exploded.
This time, everyone was dumbfounded.
Could it be that this guy was really the Thunder God? Otherwise, how could he have possibly shot out a bolt of lightning with a wave of his hand, which was even more terrifying than those spears?
"Interesting." Zhou Miyang stared at Ling Han, "You seem to be hiding some kind of secret."
"You speak too much nonsense." Ling Han shook his head.
