“Nine Palaces of Rolling Thunder!”

As Xu Lei’s murderous voice rang out, thousands of golden lightning bolts roared in the lightning pattern behind him. The lightning accumulated until a thousand-foot-tall golden lightning palm thrust out from the lightning pattern.  

It resembled the god of lightning’s palm.    

It was as large as the sky, and the endless, roaring lightning twisting around it constantly shattered space.

Countless ancient light runes were flickering on the lighting palm, emitting an indescribable aura of destruction. 

Under that lightning palm, even a mountain range would be crushed into a puff of smoke as though it had never existed. 

Even Zhou Yuan’s face grew especially serious when...