The End, Lottery

The terrifying thunder dragon roared as it shattered the Flame Demon Shadow, then crashed down onto the plaza.

In an instant, a deafening boom erupted. Vast stretches of marble flooring were smashed apart, while countless marble fragments and clouds of dust were swept into the air by the blast wave surging in every direction, shooting outward in all directions.

As the dust filled the sky, the rolling blast wave carried marble fragments of every size and, by sheer coincidence, instantly blasted away Xiao Yan, who had failed to dodge in time.

When the dust and smoke finally dispersed,

a massive crater more than ten meters wide and over three meters deep had appeared where the thunder dragon had struck the plaza.

The inside of the crater was scorched black, with thick smoke billowing from it.

At the edge of the crater, Xiao Yan lay on the ground with his eyes tightly shut, his entire body charred black. It was impossible to tell whether he was alive or dead.

"Is this the legendary Sect Master Yun Yun's ultimate technique, the Divine Firmament Imperial Thunder True Art? With such terrifying power, could it have already reached the Heaven Rank?"

Looking at the enormous crater before him, a Bai Di Sect disciple swallowed dryly and spoke.

"I'm not sure about that, but I remember Senior Sister Nalan is only a Dou Spirit. Yet she was able to unleash such a terrifying attack. This Divine Firmament Imperial Thunder True Art is definitely an Earth Rank Dou Technique or higher!"

Another Bai Di Sect disciple muttered.

As the Bai Di Sect disciples expressed their shock at the power of the Divine Firmament Imperial Thunder True Art Nalan Yanran had unleashed, a doubtful voice suddenly spoke up.

"Xiao Yan still hasn't gotten up. He isn't dead,