The twenty-eight-meter bone club pointed diagonally at the ground like a greatsword.
Countless stones on the ground jumped violently, then began to crumble apart.
Chen Shouyi's heart pounded fiercely. Time itself seemed to slow.
The night, once pitch-black, grew brighter and brighter.
Auroras danced across the sky, while dark clouds flashed with lightning and rumbled with thunder.
The oppressive aura kept mounting, as if it would never end.
Suddenly, Chen Shouyi snapped his head up.
A figure made of lightning broke through the clouds and came flying at incredible speed, drawing closer from far away. Accompanied by hymns and chants, it swept toward him with overwhelming grandeur, divine and sacred.
A great terror had descended.
Chen Shouyi trembled faintly inside. Amid his fear was a strange flicker of excitement. He couldn't see the figure clearly, for its entire body was shrouded in lightning—or perhaps it was itself the incarnation of lightning.
He had never faced such a terrifying opponent. He had killed the God of Light on Earth and encountered the Flame God in another world, yet even ten Flame Gods together couldn't compare to the terror of the Lord of Lightning.
That terrifying pressure nearly left Chen Shouyi unable to breathe. It was as if his very soul were burning.
Facing the oncoming figure of the Lord of Lightning, he drove every ounce of strength through his body and, using the bone club as a sword, struggled to unleash his first strike.
A compressed red pillar of high-pressure air shot straight into the sky, punching a huge hole through the dark clouds.
The Lord of Lightning flickered and easily dodged it.
After the strike, Chen Shouyi didn't pause for an instant. He thrust again...
One crimson pillar after another shot madly into the sky.
A distant skyscraper was caught