Thunder continuously accumulated, and the dark clouds rolled fiercely.
The destructive light of the Thunder Tribulation finally descended from the sky, each beam connecting to form a golden waterfall, pouring down from the ninth heaven.
The Ghost Soldiers didn't have time to return to the spatial rift, and before the lightning fell, they vented all their anger on Qin Feng.
The Yin Elemental Power of the hundred thousand Ghost Soldiers gathered, resembling black dragons, all pressing down on Qin Feng.
Gold and black clashed and entangled fiercely in the air. Under the face of two destructive forces, Qin Feng seemed insignificant like an ant, without the slightest power to resist.
In an instant, the thunder and Yin Elemental Power engulfed him, leaving no trace in the air.
"Goodbye, Xiaonan!"
He uttered softly while looking down, then closed his eyes.
"Idiot, come back quickly!"
