Wrath of Thunder

By midnight, under the pale purple moonlight, the originally plump blood cocoon at the foot of the mountain had become shriveled, like a membrane drained of air, clinging tightly to the surface of the curled creature gestating within.

Through the thin blood cocoon, Huang Yu and the others could see the body of Thunder Titan Kratos trembling with each heartbeat, with pale-red lightning spilling out from time to time.

The dull heartbeat sounded like a giant hammer striking the ground. Cracks spread across the earth, while stones were constantly shaken into the air and clouds of dust rose around them.

Sss—s sss—

Finally, accompanied by a sound like tearing fabric, the curled figure began to move. It tore through the thin blood cocoon clinging to its body with almost no effort.

After more than ten hours, Kratos finally completed his bloodline transformation.

Like a drowsy child, he slowly unfolded his curled-up body, then stretched his limbs as hard as he could, as if yawning and stretching after sleep.

Only, this "giant baby" was far too tall. After Huang Yu transformed him into a blood descendant, he stood over a hundred meters tall. Every movement he made produced an enormous boom and caused the ground to tremble constantly. The sight was utterly astonishing.

In addition, the white lightning-shaped patterns on the Thunder Titan's originally black-and-blue skin had turned pale red, and a pair of bat wings had grown from his back.

However, compared to the Thunder Titan's enormous body, the bat wings, with a wingspan of less than a hundred meters, looked somewhat comical. It was impossible to tell what practical use they had.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The moment he fully awakened, Kratos sensed Huang Yu's location and strode toward him.

His towering body placed immense pressure on the subjects around