The heavens thundered in rage, black clouds stretched across the sky.
A bolt of lightning split the firmament, fierce as a giant python, like an evil dragon lashing its tail—its dazzling brilliance terrifyingly sharp, illuminating the vast night, striking toward the direction where Wuqilu stood.
"Acting tough and get struck by lightning!?"
In a flash, Zhang Fan's mind surged with this thought.
What sort of master was Wuqilu? He reacted in an instant, but no matter how fast, could he really outrun lightning?
Rumble rumble…
With a deafening bang, the spot where Wuqilu stood exploded, the terrifying shockwave whipped up a fierce wind and fire.
Everyone's expression changed drastically. Staring hard, they saw that the giant crater was empty—only scorched earth, pitch black—there wasn't a trace of anyone!
"Blown to bits?" Zhang Fan's eyes widened with surprise. He couldn't help but look up at the sky.
