As the thought flashed by, the Thunder Prison rapidly expanded. With its power surging, the entire Thunder Prison started from Qin Jin and spread to the four corners of the corridor, dispelling darkness. Inside, supporting pillars of thunder continuously increased, with brilliant and turbulent thunders forming intricate patterns in each region.
His clothes moved of their own accord.
Divine Intent above, self below, Qin Jin looked up at the sky.
At the same time.
Above the corridor, the character [death] became increasingly solid, blooming with a vivid blood-red color. At a glance, one could vaguely see scenes of the end of the world, bringing a pervasive sense of sorrow and melancholy on a spiritual level.
In the next moment.
The character [death] pressed down!
With continuous pressure, visions of the apocalypse frequently appeared in the void, and as it began to press down, Qin Jin's expression grew solemn, the Thunder Prison rising!
One side rising, one side falling!
