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"You... deserve to die!"

As Lin Dong looked at the four figures high above, especially that handsome Golden Figure, traces of crimson light surfaced in his eyes, like a Sea of Blood about to drown everything.

The killing intent in Lin Dong's heart blazed fiercely, spreading like wildfire. The Ying Huahuan he cherished above all else was being treated like some object and casually given away.

The power of the Ancestral Thunder Talisman was pushed to its limit. The sky suddenly darkened as lightning flickered within the dense storm clouds.

Violent, berserk thunder spiritual energy ravaged heaven and earth, while an almost brutal aura erupted overwhelmingly from Lin Dong.

Back in the lower plane of the Tianxuan Continent, Lin Dong had risen from an extremely remote place, fighting his way to this point from the body of an ant. He had never been a kindhearted man.

At that moment, the Ice Spirit Ancestor, Snow Demon Elder, Dragon Venerable, and even the War Emperor in the sky all showed slight changes in expression.

Lin Dong's strength seemed to have exceeded their expectations!

"Immortal Thunder Spell-Breaking Light!"

Lin Dong raised the Thunder Emperor Scepter before him, his face dark as water. His Black Robe fluttered despite the absence of wind, countless fine lightning serpents flashing around him. Then, a boundless torrent of lightning poured down from the storm clouds.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Every preparation the Ice Spirit Clan had made crumbled wherever the lightning torrent passed—experts, spiritual arrays, military formations...

Amid the rampaging lightning, once-towering buildings turned to ruins, while Ice Spirit Clan experts wailed and fled in panic.

The spiritual arrays were annihilated, and the military formations were torn apart...

The spirits of battle intent roared before shattering, and the seas of battle intent completely fell apart. The heavily armored Ice