The thunderous light surged, carrying with it an electronic wind, sweeping past and rolling away a massive amount of debris.
In just over a dozen seconds, the whole passage was swept clean.
Over ninety-nine percent were dead; the few with unique talents who managed to survive were barely hanging on by a thread.
The River of Thunderous Light burst from the great rift, lightning flickering over several miles of chasm, the scent of spent thunder filling the air—a metallic tang with a pungent edge.
Thunder flickered across the valley; after a dozen seconds of relentless sparkling, the vegetation that had only just grown in the past two years caught fire again, becoming fuel for raging flames.
The remaining different races were almost scared out of their wits; ever since the Spiritual Qi Resurgence, when had they ever witnessed such an outrageous spectacle? Thunder gathered into a river, destroying everything in its path.
