Refined Blood Entered Magma to Condense a Dragon God, Split Thoughts Wove a Net to Drive Lightning

As the words fell, the demon kings all changed color. Following the voice, they actually saw several figures amid the layers upon layers of lightning.

The lightning was intense, yet it could not block the demon kings' sight. At a glance, they were immediately astonished, for they recognized the identities of those within the thunder—

"Winged King! Black Feather King! Crocodile Ancestor King! You actually appeared here!"

The moment White-Brow King spoke those names, he secretly realized things were bad. The six demon kings had gathered precisely to deal with Winged King and the others, yet now the people they had plotted against had appeared in the sky, bathed in strange thunder. No matter how one looked at it, this was far from ordinary.

Then the demon kings' gazes fell upon another figure.

This figure had come with Winged King and the others. From his position alone, it was clear that he was the leader of the four, while the thunder twining around him added even greater majesty to his presence.

"Could it be this nameless demon king who is driving the lightning?"

Unlike the other demon kings' shock, Half-Dragon King, who was forcibly driving the volcanic flood dragons with refined blood, had experienced the collision with the thunder most directly. Naturally, he could sense that the bolts of lightning swirling and changing around Qiu Yan carried an air of responding to his every wish, unlike ordinary lifeless things. Once he calmed down and thought it through, he could guess that the changes in the lightning were surely connected to this nameless demon king!

As that thought settled, he immediately realized that he had underestimated this man before. But there was no medicine for regret now, so Half-Dragon King could only brace himself and say, "Just who are you, sir?