Rumble!!!
Under the night sky, a full nine thousand strands of Golden Thunder pierced down from that colossal Thunder Cloud, boring through the void; wherever they passed, countless pitch-black trails appeared in the air.
Bang-boom!!!
Bang-boom!!!
The nine thousand strands of Golden Thunder fell like a golden forest, carrying a terrifying aura of annihilation, and two figures were smashed down from the sky like cannonballs.
The entire Qingyang Creek was trembling, and in the valley, two gigantic pits hundreds of zhang deep appeared.
The two figures that had been pounded down were Qin Yang and the Silver Soldier.
Rumble~!!
A moment later, from one of the deep pits, rocks shot out as a figure flew up from the hole.
At this moment, Qin Yang's robe was torn to shreds, his entire body wrapped in Golden Thunder; the burst-open bloody wounds, under the starlight, were slowly mending. His face was somewhat pale, yet his pair of eyes were still pitch-black and bright.
