After hearing Yan's order.
A Zhui and Moy swiftly turned and vanished into a wormhole.
At that very same moment.
Inside the Sky Abyss.
A torrent—a silver torrent, a flood of pure silver lightning—cascaded down like a river of stars.
It engulfed all of Huang Village and the nearby mountains and rivers.
That was ordinary lightning?
This was more like the sea of lightning tribulations in an ancient forbidden zone from a fantasy novel,
refined by some supreme Great Power!
"There's no time to get into the wormhole."
Angel Yan looked up as the enormous lightning curtain in the Sky Abyss hurtled toward her.
Her heart sank.
She'd had a chance to escape into the wormhole just moments ago.
But when she sensed the terrifying storm of energy concealed within the Sky Abyss,
she'd instinctively warned Angel Zhui and Moy.
And in doing so, she'd lost that precious moment to flee.
The next instant.
BOOM!!!
An endless storm of lightning crashed straight down.
As it struck,
the entire area within ten kilometers seemed to enter a world of blinding white.
At the reinforced regiment's camp, twenty kilometers away,
the intense light forced countless soldiers to squeeze their eyes shut.
Only the regiment commander, Old Li, had put on his sunglasses well in advance.
He stood there, holding a pair of binoculars and watching the scene in Huang Village.
A colossal pillar of silver lightning stretched from heaven to earth and slammed down.
Within a ten-kilometer radius,
the mountain ranges stretched for countless kilometers. Their outlines were barely visible, but even those vanished in an instant beneath the storm's bombardment.
Near Huang Village,
a long river flowed into the sea.
It had run peacefully for thousands of years.
It was a tributary of the Yangtze.
Now, much of its water had evaporated.
The riverbed cracked in an instant, collapsing into a massive pit.
Then,
the ground beneath the military camp began to rumble.
An earthquake broke out.
Vast tracts of earth heaved upward.
Towering trees, countless fields, national roads, highways, even railway tracks—all buckled and collapsed.
At the same time, high in the sky twenty kilometers away,
Angel Moi and Angel Zhui emerged from a wormhole.
They looked back.
The two women stared in shock.
"Sister A Zhui, that power is almost as strong as an ordinary strike from Heavenly Blade Judgment, isn't it?"
Moy said.
"More or less. That Ye Yang really is a freak." A Zhui could hardly believe it.
Ye Yang was only some unknown genetic mutant.
If they could bring part of his genetic material back to Hui Tian City,
it would definitely be worth studying.
Meanwhile.
At the heart of the storm,
lightning surged like a sea, its heat as intense as the sun.
Angel Yan, clad in silver armor, was crushed to her knees by the torrent, which fell like a heavenly waterfall.
The Angel silver armor produced by Merlot Heavenly Court turned red in the extreme heat and even visibly began to soften.
Large red patches appeared on Yan's fair skin as well.
Once the armor on her body had completely liquefied and melted onto the ground,
the clothes beneath it were blasted to shreds by the lightning.
Now,
every inch of her skin was being scorched by the lightning.
If this had happened in the fantasy world of some Bear Kid,
how many peerless prodigies would have been green with envy?
But unfortunately,
Angel Yan trembled all over as she was tortured by the storm.
The feathers on her wings fell in a rustling shower, charred black and reeking.
Even her magnetic insignia was blasted to dust.
And then,
Angel Yan felt the lightning coursing through three sensitive spots on her body.
It hurt, but it also felt strangely pleasurable.
That strange sensation
kept pushing at the limits of her sanity with every wave.
Angel Yan clenched her teeth.
Struggling to suppress the mix of pain and pleasure flooding her body, she thought:
My body uses the Angel Civilization's Third Generation God Body technology,
also known across the universe as the Undefeated Body.
In the Known Universe,
only the Flame-grade Weapons and God-slaying Weapons in my possession can kill me.
This mere heat from lightning can't kill me!
It's just that the enormous torrent of lightning is pinning me down, so I can't move.
Ugh... Damn it.
I've been abstinent for seven thousand years,
so why, in a situation like this,
is a feeling like that surfacing in my mind?
It must be that the lightning coursing through my body
has made all my senses countless times more sensitive.
Suddenly,
a gigantic, indistinct silhouette slowly emerged from the torrent of lightning.
Angel Yan struggled to raise her head and look.
It was Ye Yang in Thunder God Form.
He moved through the storm as if it were empty air.
His bearing and appearance were mighty, like a Heavenly God descending to earth.
"An Undefeated Body? Your alien technology is terrifying. You still haven't died."
Thunder God Ye Yang spoke.
His eyes briefly examined Angel Yan, who had no clothes on.
His gaze
was like someone looking at a Barbie doll from a relative's house after its fancy clothes had been stripped away.
There wasn't a hint of emotion in it.
Because in Ye Yang's mind,
this alien might have a beautiful human appearance,
but he hadn't forgotten
that she had wings on her back.
At the end of the day, she was an outsider.
These so-called angels were just beasts with wings.
Angel Yan, on the other hand,
was on her knees, forehead against the ground, her spine clearly outlined.
She didn't want Ye Yang to see her body.
But under the ferocious bombardment of the lightning,
she could only manage that difficult pose, using it as her last shred of modesty to preserve her dignity as Holy Keisha's Left-Wing Guardian.
Then,
Ye Yang crooked a finger.
The Flame Battle Sword lying in a corner flew into his hand.
"A Flame-grade Weapon?
This thing's the only one that can kill you, right?"
Ye Yang spoke again.
He examined the sword in his hand.
Because of his enlarged size,
the Flame Sword looked like a Child's toy in Ye Yang's Thunder God Form.
"You? How do you know?!"
When Angel Yan saw the Flame Battle Sword in Ye Yang's hand,
she panicked.
She truly panicked.
She'd only said those words in her mind.
How could he know?
Had her mind been invaded?
When had it happened?
As Angel Yan wondered,
Ye Yang drove the sword straight through her back.
The blade instantly pierced out through her chest.
The blood evaporated in an instant under the storm's scorching heat.
"Argh!"
A low groan escaped Yan's throat.
Her eyes were wide with fear and unwillingness.
Then,
Ye Yang let go of the hilt and shook his head, sounding utterly exasperated as he asked:
"Why so many questions?
I gave you a chance.
I said I didn't want to get involved in you aliens' conflicts.
You just had to come after me.
Look where it got you. You're dead.
Wouldn't it have been better to just live?
I only wanted to live in peace,
to live my own quiet life.
Sigh, unbelievable."
With that,
Thunder God Ye Yang swept his hand through the air.
The lightning waterfall ended.
The clouds parted.
All of Huang Village and the surrounding ten-kilometer area had become a vast, sunken basin, blackened and scorched.
It looked as if someone had scooped out a huge spoonful of earth.
Why could the protagonist read Angel Yan's thoughts? Because Enel's passive skill was Mind Net, which let him know what others were thinking.
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