Zhan Tiange groaned, even with his utmost speed, he was still bisected at the waist, his lower half falling to the ground while his upper half hung in midair.
His face was ashen white, devoid of any blood color, defeated so miserably!
Shi Hao, merciless, with the Thunderclap Battle Blade in hand, walked forward, bringing along the Thunderclap Miniature World, within which the foliage was fresh and the lakes azure, strikingly real.
In midair, a beam of light as if from an Immortal Spring descended, War King wanted to flee, but he couldn't.
Pu!
His upper half was tattered, pierced by the beam of light, 70% of his combat power drained, even more decrepit, he fell to the ground.
"Thunder Emperor's Secret Art!" he gritted his teeth and said, the ancient ancestor of his clan—the War Emperor, had long speculated that Primordial Heaven Supreme had inherited from the Thunder Emperor.
