For a time, the four divisions of the Imperial Guard, numbering over a hundred thousand, were all cowed by that Majestic Heavenly Might.
The hands gripping their weapons trembled uncontrollably. Beneath their heavy iron armor, cold sweat had long since soaked through their linings.
They raised their heads and glanced at the eight golden figures above the clouds, gazing down upon all living beings like deities. Then they lowered their heads to look at the terrifying, charred thunder crater before them, smoking and bottomless...
In an instant, terror born from the depths of their souls flooded their hearts, extinguishing every shred of courage to charge.
Of course, even if they still had the courage to fight, the warhorses beneath them had already fallen to their knees, beyond their control.
If they still intended to charge forward, they would first have to kill the comrades and warhorses blocking their path, then cross that enormous charred pit where golden arcs of electricity still danced.
More than a hundred thousand Imperial Guards simply stopped where they were. Their faces were pale as they looked at one another in panic, completely at a loss.
Beyond that, the citizens of the Capital were also shaken by the sight of Heavenly Thunder descending. Their mood of watching a spectacle instantly vanished, replaced by terror as they fell to their knees and trembled.
Meanwhile, within Taiping Courtyard, Emperor Qing was covered in blood and sitting limply on the stone steps. He stared blankly at the eight golden-robed immortals suspended in the sky.
Compared to him, Chen Pingping was not doing much better.
Sitting in the wheelchair specially crafted by the Supervision Yuan, he stared at the sky with shock and horror.
When he finally came back to his senses, he pressed his lips together and clenched his