An incomparably violent aura descended, as though an ant had suddenly encountered an elephant.
Three Half-Kings from the Wheel Turning Cult, two Half-Kings from the Demon God Cult, and two Half-Kings from the God Race.
Their minds trembled with boundless terror!
If anyone could have seen the Mirage Realm from space, they would have discovered endless thunder blanketing its surroundings.
A man with the looks of a middle-aged beauty appeared in the air.
The God Race Half-Kings' expressions turned grave!
In Great Xia, the only one capable of controlling thunder with such power was True King Wind Thunder!
A late bloomer who had become a True King step by step, then climbed step by step to even greater realms.
Qi Huo's eyes widened. His entire body was covered in wounds deep enough to expose bone.
The vitality of several Half-Kings was still relentlessly destroying his life force.
Yet at this moment, Qi Huo laughed with utter abandon!
"You're finished! Master! They're bullying us!"
The Half-Kings of the evil cults abruptly turned and fled.
Before a True King, even Half-Kings were merely somewhat stronger ants, capable of struggling twice.
But before an old-established True King like True King Wind Thunder, who had accumulated strength in this realm for many years, they did not even have the strength to struggle.
They died.
Everyone who had left Great Xia, along with Ling Yun'er of the Spirit Race—both of them died.
Outside the Mirage Realm's exit.
Meng Tian and the others stared fixedly at the exit, wanting to see who had survived in the end!
Meng Tian stared at Uncle Zhang, his eyes full of dejection!
"Uncle Zhang, why did you drag me out? If I died, then I died!"
"Brother Xu is Great Xia's hope!"
Zhang Tianhe remained silent.
He agreed with Meng