As the lightning swept past, the restrictive barrier around Bloodhate Palace shattered without a sound. Under the boundless, rolling pressure, the elite guards under his command found it difficult even to stand straight, forced either to bend at the waist or prostrate themselves on the ground, their respective reactions varying according to their cultivation levels.
Bloodhate Devil Lord was not reduced to making a fool of himself under such circumstances, yet turbulent waves had long since surged within his heart.
He wanted to transmit the message outward, but found he could do nothing of the sort. At this moment, the devil palace was like a lone leaf in a sea of blood, liable to be smashed to pieces at any moment, and the people inside this boat would likewise be pulverized along with it.
"I wonder what guidance the Senior brings in gracing my humble household with a visit?" Bloodhate Devil Lord forced himself to remain calm as he cupped his fists in salute.
The sea of thunder high above remained unmoved, and the only response he received was hundreds upon hundreds of roaring, raging dragon-shaped lightning bolts. Under the devastation of the thunder dragons, the entire devil palace was reduced to a desolate wasteland in the space of a single breath, and his elite guards suffered countless casualties.
Cries of agony merged into a chorus, which was quickly swallowed by the blazing sound of thunder.
Xiu Ji, the Four-Winged Asura, wore a look of terror. He had originally intended to avoid this terrifying lightning and take refuge in the relatively heavily defended Bloodhate Devil Palace, hoping perhaps to evade greater perils.
Who could have expected that it would turn out to be a clever maneuver that backfired? Previously, when these oceans of lightning passed through, as long as one