Ling Zhihua buried her head in her mother's embrace, the shrieks echoing across Emperor Mountain, striking everyone's heart like the tolling of a bell.
Duan Yanran watched as the lifeforce of fourteen people disappeared, their power transforming into rays of light, entering the lightning and then into her husband's body.
Even the bones were devoured into ashes, completely absorbed.
As for the souls of the fourteen people, they had long been shattered by the devouring power and transformed into soul power, entering her husband's body.
"Crackle—crackle—"
The sound of electricity resounded, as Ling Tianyu's body emitted an aura of lightning, threads of lightning intertwining with the electric seedlings.
"It's over." Duan Yanran patted her daughter's head and said.
Ling Zhihua opened her eyes, looking at her father in mid-air.
The dark clouds were dissipating, disappearing completely within five breaths.
