This was a land of thunder tribulation at the heart of the Divine Realm.
At this moment.
Outside the Thunder Tribulation Planet, which seemed devoid of all life, the figure of a grey-clad elder appeared like a phantom.
This elder was none other than Phantom Elder, Tang Xuan's trusted aide, the master of the Limit Divine Court.
"Number Two."
Empowered by Divine Spirit Power,
Phantom Elder's voice directly swept across the entire Thunder Tribulation Planet.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle...
It was as though he had stirred up a hornet's nest.
The instant his voice fell,
the dense lightning, like electric serpents, began winding toward Phantom Elder.
At the sight of this,
Phantom Elder frowned slightly.
With a sweep of his hand, the electric serpents charging at him like maggots clinging to bone immediately settled down.
"Phantom Elder truly is formidable. I admire you."
At that moment,
a rough voice came from within the Thunder Tribulation Planet.
A towering man walked out, every inch of his skin seeming to have been tempered by lightning until it was as hard as gold and iron.
Even
his hair resembled silver needles, rooted in his scalp and standing upright one strand at a time.
This man
was the half-step God King, the top genius carefully cultivated by the master of the Limit Divine Court—Number Two.
Phantom Elder lightly rubbed his brow.
None of these brats was easy to deal with.
Every time he came,
these brats would test their skills on him.
That move just now
had looked effortless.
Yet in truth, Phantom Elder's little finger still carried a faint numbness.
This was undoubtedly the result of lightning's corrosion.
The lightning path truly was one of the strongest paths of attack.
"Have you still not subdued that thing?"
Ignoring Number Two's flattery, Phantom Elder asked.