In the dim gray starry sky, lightning roamed like dragons and pythons, its thunderclaps shaking heaven and earth.
Entwined in vines and branches, Thunder God's Court drifted through the depths of the Sea of Mist, blooming with endless, blazing electric light.
After Thunder Lord's divine realm had fallen and he regained his clarity, he instantly changed his attitude, treating himself as the Artifact Soul of this majestic divine court.
"Crash! Craaash!"
Guided by Pang Ling, the branches of the thirteenth-level "World Tree" also thrust toward Bai Zi.
The violent tide of divine power battered the patch of misty void where Bai Zi hovered, making the smile on the face of the girl perched on Pang Jian's Primordial Spirit shoulder grow ever more radiant.
Not afraid you won't be forced out.
Smiling sweetly, she glanced at the four great demon gods she had personally propelled into being, noting that with Pang Jian's help, they had already resisted the contamination of that one's consciousness.
The situation could not have been better!
If things continued at this pace, the supreme will of the starry river beyond heaven would have no one left to use!
Fuya was dead, Tianyu had already fallen, and Yihao was being targeted by Luo Hongyan, whom she had turned against him.
Even for it, without bodies it could use to aid it in battle, even the cleverest housewife could not cook without rice. It would be left passive at every turn in the divine war.
"Without Thunder Lord, there is only Bai Zi. As for Yihao..."
Pang Lin's eyes held a playful gleam.
"Pang Jian."
Bai Zi suddenly called out in a calm voice.
Pang Jian, who was controlling Thunder God's Court, froze for an instant and could not help scrutinizing this woman born of the Nether Clan's