The Broom of Yore of Fallen Fire Twilight effortlessly swept the Storm Pope, who had been wreaking havoc just moments ago, and all his followers into ash.
The ashen mud they became was not wasted by the figure known as the Broom of Yore either. It absorbed every last bit of it, turning it into part of itself.
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"Hehe—just a few cheap tricks, and you dare show them off before the great Fallen Fire Twilight?"
"Be grateful. Becoming part of the Broom of Yore is the greatest honor of your life."
Though covered in wounds, White Can remained high-spirited as he mocked the dead Storm Pope.
Naturally, he did not forget the bizarre coral statue in the air that had lost its source of power. He directly took it into his hand.
In the blink of an eye, the battle between Fallen Fire Twilight and the followers of the Storm Church ended in an abrupt and bizarre fashion.
After losing the influence of the bizarre coral statue, Fallen Fire Wang Dao and the other members of Fallen Fire Twilight naturally recovered from that state of surging bloodlust.
However, the battle was not over yet.
There was still its most important part.
Roar!
Perhaps because it sensed the sudden disappearance of its followers, as well as the bizarre power of the Broom of Yore.
The Storm God Palace suddenly exploded. Amid debris that filled the sky and overwhelming hurricanes and lightning, a massive figure emerged from within.
"No!!!"
"Fallen Fire Twilight!"
"I am the storm of the ocean, lightning itself! A great Touching Kindling, a fireseed acknowledged by the world! An existence born incomparably noble!"
"You damned schemers!"
"How dare you treat me like this!"
"Ah—"
Without a doubt, this was the Lord of Storms's true body.
It