The twenty-eight-meter-long bone rod slanted towards the ground, resembling a giant sword.
Countless pieces of gravel on the ground leapt violently, then continuously shattered.
Chen Shouyi's heart pounded fiercely, time seemed to slow down.
The originally pitch-black night became increasingly brighter.
The aurora danced across the sky, thunder cracked through the dark clouds.
The oppressive atmosphere kept rising, as if it would never end.
Suddenly, Chen Shouyi abruptly looked up.
He saw a figure composed of lightning breaking through the clouds, coming swiftly from afar, accompanied by the chanting of holy hymns, vast and mighty, like a god, like a saint.
A great terror descended.
Chen Shouyi's heart trembled slightly, fear mixed with a strange excitement. He couldn't see Its specific figure, for Its entire body was shrouded in lightning, or perhaps It was the embodiment of lightning itself.
