Faced with another descending thunderbolt, Voldemort finally succumbed to utter panic.
He let out a shrill howl of defiance, and countless rays of light burst from his body in that instant.
Layer upon layer of barriers piled up, while black vapor surged wildly, forming a sky-blotting giant serpent above his head that raised its head and hissed at the heavens.
From a distance, dark clouds hung low and purple light blazed. A giant serpent reared its head toward the sky, while lightning lent a touch of color to the pitch-black scene.
Tens of thousands of people on the ground silently gazed skyward: strangely dressed Demon Hunters, hooded Death Eaters, ordinarily dressed wizards, and nonmagical soldiers.
Towering white curtains of light shone all around them with a holy radiance.
The scene seemed straight out of legend, vast and desolate. More than two billion people across the globe watched on television as this moment destined to become an epic unfolded.
They watched their televisions in silence, mouths slightly open, an indescribable emotion stirring within them. The dazzling lightning seemed to have crossed time and space to flash right before their eyes.
An electric tingling ran from their scalps all the way down their spines.
In Chinatown, Wu Jiayou had already fallen to his knees. His mind held no thought other than immortals.
Before billions of watching eyes, the black serpent that seemed capable of swallowing the heavens finally met the thunderbolt.
An unprecedentedly blinding light erupted in the darkness. Everyone instinctively squinted and raised a hand to shield their eyes.
The main hall of the Celestial Masters' Mansion, Dragon-Tiger Mountain.
The Old Celestial Master's white eyebrows twitched sharply twice, and he heaved a long sigh.
"What a pity. One move short..."
Hearing this, Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu hurriedly asked:
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