Dragon's Roar howled, rising from the tide sound of the Seven Seas.
Under Afang's command, Dragon Lightning lashed down again and again like a whip.
The dazzling Brilliant Light, enough to sear one's eyes, left indelible afterimages upon every retina. Frenzied lightning filled Hell's apocalyptic landscape and lingered without fading.
It was as though a god enthroned above the clouds had delivered Absolute Punishment. The whips of destruction screamed back and forth, shattering Demon Mountain's defenses time and again, carving deep fissures across the mountain. Foul-smelling blood streamed down endlessly, forming resplendent waterfalls in the air.
Yet amid the thunderous booms and roars, that low voice continued to sound, clearly echoing beside every eardrum.
"Hello? Are you there?"
Like a close friend, Lord of the Clouds spoke with remarkable gentleness. "Why aren't you saying anything? Don't you like it?"
"Why are you hiding in your shell and pretending no one's home?"
Dragon Lightning swept across the sky, delivering destruction amid its galloping roar, along with the Ascender's question: "May I ask whether a trash can gives you a sense of security?"
"Why are you so shy, Demon Mountain?"
Thunder rolled vast and mighty. Frenzied electricity crashed down from the clouds like iron hammers, lightly knocking upon his sleeping heart, slowly prying open his eyes.
Pulling at the corners of his mouth and forcing that twisted face into a smile!
"Come out and see the light. Make some more friends—"
Afang struck down once more.
Dragon Lightning surged. Under the violent bombardment, Demon Mountain shook violently, barely holding on.
Lashed by thunder, he spun uncontrollably, rotating with difficulty like a top.
A ludicrous yet cruel spectacle unfolded in the sky, filling every pair of stunned eyes.
Across the entire battlefield of fierce slaughter, Huai Shi ruthlessly ravaged the opponent before him.