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The gunfire stopped, and the battlefield fell silent.
A terrifying aura filled the air.
Chen Shouyi hovered in the sky, his expression cold.
The warriors the Lord of Lightning had hastily created in such a short time were fairly strong, almost comparable to human martial masters, and could even turn their bodies incorporeal. But their flaws were glaring—and fatal. Their wills were weak; most were no match even for seasoned martial artists.
After all, many of them had once been ordinary people.
Against someone like him, a single thought was enough to scatter their souls.
He looked at the few "Void Demons" who were desperately fleeing. A thought stirred in his mind.
Boom!
The air erupted with a thunderous sonic boom, and his body vanished from where he stood.
In the next instant, an incorporeal "Void Demon" was blasted apart by Explosive Force, its body bursting into countless wisps of mist that dissipated into the air. Chen Shouyi charged toward another.
Yadesiyabeiba looked back. His scalp prickled with terror, and an invisible fear seemed to seize his heart, nearly making it impossible to breathe.
Run, run, run!
He ran with all his might, wishing his parents had given him a few more legs.
Who was this?
What... was this thing?
Ever since receiving divine favor and becoming a legend, the only being he had ever felt fear and reverence toward was the great Lord of Lightning. Yet now, at this very moment, he understood what despair meant.
His body became a faint shadow, racing away in a blur. In a few seconds, he had run more than a kilometer.
Yet he felt not the slightest relief. Instead, he grew even more desperate.
That terrifying being was faster.
A thunderous crash drew closer, making the air shudder and the