As the chaos lightning grew stronger and stronger, everyone practically stopped breathing under the anticipation. None of them dared to blink for fear of missing the amazing show before them.

As for Di Jun, who was seated on the Nine Dragon Throne, a frown appeared on his face.

Fang Xuanxuan, Peng Xiao, and Bei Xiaomei, who were about to go on a rampage, stopped, and they stared at the ball of chaos lighting in the sky.

The lightning started to dissipate under everyone’s gaze slowly, and it seemed as though something was sucking it dry.

Han Qing and Zhao Tong looked at each other, and a feeling of unease filled their hearts.

As time slowly passed, the ball of lightning in the air shrunk. As it became thinner and thinner, the speed at which it was being absorbed sped up considerably.

Eventually, a blurry figure appeared before everyone’s eyes.

This…

Huang...