After the two engaged in a war of words, the tension in the air reached its peak, like a string about to snap, heralding the impending battle.
"I don't like to waste words, let's get straight to it!" Lin Dong's voice resounded.
"How convenient, I don't like wasting words either! Fight, today I, Lei, want to personally send you, this mythic figure of ten thousand years, to see Satan!"
After Lei spoke, he moved without another word, directly levitating from the roaring waterfall, ascending slowly into the middle of the mountain valley sky, like an immortal transcending the mundane world.
At the moment, the clouds in the sky grew denser, as if nature itself was responding to the duel, countless bolts of lightning seemed summoned, converging onto Lei, surrounding him like all rivers returning to the ocean.
Lightning danced and intertwined around him, cloaking him in a shining Thunder Armor, instantly filling his body with lightning.
