The Lai Yin on Cocoon Hill let out a piercing roar.
A venomous gaze pierced through space to look at Li Yan.
Clearly intending to cast some vicious curse, Li Yan felt his scalp tingle, and his vision darkened.
"How dare you!"
At this moment, a majestic voice enveloped in thunderous sound echoed across the heavens and earth.
Barrel-thick bolts of thunder descended from the sky, leaving nothing but a blanketed white in sight.
In the vague blur, Li Yan faintly saw vague gigantic phantoms clad in armor within the white glow.
Afterwards, consciousness continually fell downward...
...
The rain curtain was like ink, and the frightening upheaval on Tai Lake suddenly ceased.
Yet, rather than feeling relieved, Zhang Jingxuan and the others were filled with alarm and fear.
This dead silence was like the calm before a storm.
The air stagnated, as if it was about to crush the mountains, a formless dread weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
"Not good!"
