Boom!
Boom...
The starry sky for thousands of miles fell into the purplish-blue Order Thunder Prison!
Thunderbolts filled with the Power of Thunder Order descended from the sky, like the Thunder God from the Heavenly Court cleansing the sins of the human world, striking continuously with terrifying might. Even a group of Nascent Soul Cultivators here would be pulverized, their Divine Souls completely extinguished.
The divine might of the creatures from the Upper Realm is inscrutable and cannot be looked at directly!
Among these purplish-blue thunderbolts, Jiang Ding walked leisurely as if strolling in a courtyard.
Clang!
In the sky, the piercing shrill continued incessantly, clearly audible even amidst the booming sounds of the thunderbolts of destruction, resonating in the Divine Souls of all cultivators.
The Taiqing Flying Sword transformed into the Scorching Sun Grest Sun, tracing beautifully arced sword-lights that bombarded the purplish-blue thunderbolts.
