At that moment, a glance to either side revealed that this was not the only place. Countless bolts of thunder fell across the scene before them, and beneath them seemed to be more hills of the same towering size...
"Could all those countless hills in the Great Wild Marsh be the remains of Witch Gods? Wouldn't that mean there are dozens—hundreds of them?" someone asked in a trembling voice.
"According to legend, the many lakes of the Great Wild Marsh are scars left by the ancient war," Lu Yuanzhen said calmly.
Everyone, Tang Changsheng included, sucked in a cold breath. They had heard the tale many times, but no telling could match the shock of seeing it with their own eyes.
One enormous Witch God skeleton had been enough to stun them. To think that remains like it lay scattered throughout the Great Wild Marsh—it was easy to imagine how terrifying this place truly was.
Yet an even greater shock awaited them.
As thunder continued to strike, another astonishing sight appeared.
From the Witch God remains, streaks of blue light rose amid the thunder and took the form of translucent giants. They threw back their heads and roared among the bolts.
"Essence Souls! They're Witch God Essence Souls!"
Neither Lu Yuanzhen nor Tang Changsheng had expected such a change. Both were shaken.
Each Witch God Essence Soul stood dozens, even a hundred meters tall. Wreathed in lightning, they looked much as they had in life: arrogant beyond measure.
It was as though ancient Thunder Gods had been reborn and returned to the mortal world to rule this land once more.
Boom! A nearby giant seemed to notice the little ants at its feet. It opened its mouth and spat a ball of lightning at them.
"Watch out!" This spherical lightning