Ten Thousand Rolls of Thunder Clouds rose abruptly from the ground, creating a world of lightning. The purple and green electric lights surged down tumultuously, thunder roared like a tide, shattering everything in the sea area, burning brightly as the heavens and earth were shrouded in a vast expanse of purple.
"Boom!"
The thunderclap was so loud that it made one's eardrums numb, its boundless might pouring down like the Milky Way from the Nine Heavens, as if thousands of great stars were smashing down.
The terror of the Thunder Sea engulfed all disciples of Ziwei Palace led by the elderly cultivator, and many disciples whose cultivation had not yet reached the Sub-Saint Realm were clutching their heads, violently writhing on the ground, in extreme agony.
"Rumble rumble rumble!"
After an unknown period, when the lightning ceased and the clouds of calamity dispersed, the sea bed of the Sea of Death God had also taken on a new look.
