Twelve hours, for a cultivator, passes in the blink of an eye.
Chen Lan sat cross-legged in the firmament, gently wiping the Thunderbolt Divine Spear in his hand. It radiated brilliant light, emitting purple electric thunders, crackling like a beast about to break free from its cage.
Rumble!
Suddenly, the world changed dramatically. Blue skies and white clouds vanished without a trace as if lambs encountering a vicious wolf, replaced by a grey wolf army that enveloped everything like an invasion, plunging all into endless darkness.
Chen Lan paused in his actions, slightly raised his head to look at the billowing dark clouds, containing a violent aura of supreme thunder, and smiled faintly.
"It's coming."
The oppressive clouds herald the incoming army.
Chen Lan grasped the Thunder Spear, stood up slowly. Thunder Emperor Armor slowly surfaced on him, countless thunders surrounding his body, as if the supreme Thunder Emperor had descended, intimidating all directions.
