Wu Qi and Princess Zhang Le quickly lifted their heads, only to discover that the entire Myriad Immortals Planet was surrounded by a thick layer of lightning, which looked quiet and calm as a still pool. There were no words which could be used to describe the dreadful pressure that came from the slow approach of the ten-thousand-feet-thick, glue-like sticky curtain of lightning. All Wu Qi could feel was that his body had turned stiff from fright, his innate divine soul had frozen in his body, and he could not think of a solution.
Wu Qi thrust his fist almost reflexively, unleashing countless bolts of lightning, a great sheet of cold air, a towering fiend flame, and numerous green cyclones; all of which mixed together into a ball of chaotic energy and smashed into the curtain of lightning that pressed slowly down from the sky.
However, nothing happened.
