Tang San kept striking him with lightning for a full half hour, and he only stopped when he could barely see Gu Chen anymore.
The world conjured by the Creation Domain was riddled with cracks.
The area that had taken the thunder head-on had sunk a thousand meters deep and stretched ten thousand li wide, making it impossible to see what was going on inside.
Tang San stepped through the void and slowly descended. Of course his Divine Sense could still feel that person; halfway through being struck by lightning, the other party had already dispelled that gray mist.
He did not know why.
But Tang San only cared about striking him, and he kept attacking until that person's aura had almost vanished.
Only then did Tang San relax enough to take a closer look.
Divine power spread out, blowing away the ashes at the bottom of the massive pit amid a field of charred black.
All he could see was a piece of scorched-black skin almost fused together with the rock, still struggling with all its might, as if trying to regrow flesh and blood.
"Didn't you like mocking people? Wasn't that mouth of yours pretty venomous?"
"Come on, mock me a couple more times."
He stretched out a foot and stepped on that black skin, which was as thin as paper. Tang San could not help mocking him. "In this ugly state, you really do bore me."
But did things really develop as Tang San expected?
"Buzz—"
A familiar figure sliced open space and stepped out behind Tang San. Gu Chen simply watched in silence.
With a thump of alarm, Tang San likewise sensed the aura behind him, no different from its peak state. His heart shook with terror, and he instinctively tried to retreat at once.
But