Just like in the sky above the imperial city, countless saints gathered.

After one, there are countless.

Countless golden lightnings fell like rain.

...

Wen Xuanshu and all the Yun Qin Nichen behind him, and all the powerful practitioners, were all cold all over, and then began to tremble, like snowmen, constantly shaking off the snowflakes on their bodies.

In the light of lightning, Emperor Yun Qin glanced at Wen Xuanshu coldly, and then he began to move forward, following the rebels in front of him.

There was even a hint of thanks in his eyes.

Wen Xuanshu understood what he meant, and his brain turned blank.

Countless crying, begging for mercy and screams of fear began.

Golden lightning columns hit the world of Emperor Yunqin and the rebels on the central axis, like countless divine whips of heavenly punishment, whipping the bodies into pieces... and whipping a person who was screaming in fear into pieces.

A series of purple-red hurricanes were beaten into ashes by countless lightning.

Emperor Yunqin walked among countless lightning columns, walking in the heavy rain of lightning. The white-clothed scholar saw that the golden lightning column that fell on Emperor Yunqin was just like a huge rainfall, flowing down his body.

A large lightning bolt fell on the white-shirted scholar.

His body flew out and cracked.
Chapter completed!