At the summit, as the Dou Wang expert fell, the lightning raging across the sky seemed to lose its target and rapidly began to dissipate.
The Thunder Dragon circling overhead let out a low cry. Its enormous body crumbled inch by inch, turning back into the purest lightning elements and returning to the world.
The earth-shattering "plasma poop rain" stopped as well. The dark clouds dispersed, and warm sunlight spilled over the land once more, as though that apocalyptic scene had been nothing but an absurd nightmare.
Xiao Yi drifted down from midair like a weightless leaf, landing steadily beside the Dou Wang, who was foaming at the mouth and charred black all over. He glanced down at the still-twitching "explosion-haired" fellow on the ground and nudged him with his toe in distaste, confirming that he had completely lost the ability to resist.
Meanwhile, the battle at the foot of the mountain reached its final conclusion. The surviving enemies abandoned their armor and weapons, scattering in all directions with cries and wails. But how could the blood-crazed members of the Desert Iron Mercenary Group and the Three Great Families give them a chance?
For a time, battle cries, screams, and pleas for mercy mingled together, but they soon died away. When the last resister fell, a long-absent silence finally settled over the valley, broken only by the victors' heavy panting.
"We won! We won!"
No one knew who roared first, but that cry instantly ignited everyone's emotions. The joy of surviving disaster turned into earthshaking cheers that rang through the clouds. Xiao Ding and Xiao Li dropped the already misshapen bell and excitedly embraced the brothers around them.
Although Hai Bodong's face was pale, he still maintained a trace of a Dou Huang expert's dignity. Watching the cheering crowd, he