For a moment, it seemed as if everything within this world had transformed into Talismans, each Talisman appearing to be formed from an endless pool of power, each containing limitless possibilities.
The Lightning Flash Immortal Monarch felt as if these countless Talismans, falling from above, were like death warrants from hell.
Here, there were five cultivators present, yet the opponent chose to attack him first?
Did they consider him the weakest among the five? Did they blatantly ignore him!
A look of resentment crossed his face as he gathered the Power of Thunderbolt.
For a moment, electric light flooded all around him, as ferocious thunderbolts erupted from his body, leaping ceaselessly in the void, as if the god of thunder had descended.
In an instant, these thunderbolts flew forth entirely.
Violent thunderbolts flickered in the sky, so numerous that it seemed as though they occupied the entire space, vaguely forming a terrifying storm.
