Outside the room, the Great Elder and the other Elders immediately held their breath when they saw that enormous Thunder Dragon descend.
At the rumbling sound, their hearts began pounding wildly of their own accord.
The Great Elder looked at the Elders beside him and said in a trembling voice, "Lord Qin Xi must withstand this Thundercloud."
The other Elders were silently praying as well.
In the past, they might not have believed in any gods-after all, they were gods themselves. But at this moment, none of them could do anything except think of praying for Qin Xi.
Then they saw the Thundercloud strike inside the room. Although they could not see what was happening within, they could imagine Qin Xi's condition just by giving it a moment's thought.
Qin Xi had endured this attack as well, but now he was swaying even more precariously.
His face looked as pale as a sheet of paper.
The others immediately moved toward Qin Xi, since only the final bolt of heavenly lightning remained.
The intervals between each lightning strike were growing longer and longer. They had no idea what form that final attack would take.
Qin Xi felt that his entire body had grown weak.
He even gradually began to sense that the Masked Man seemed to be recovering, little by little.
In Qin Xi's mind, another face identical to his own had even begun to appear, smiling sinisterly at him.
It was as though the Masked Man were saying to Qin Xi, "Look at you. You're about to die. After that, it'll be my turn to live."
Qin Xi truly had not expected to think of the Masked Man at a moment like this.
The corners of Qin Xi's mouth curved into an exceedingly dangerous smile. *Even if I die, things