The elderly black man, dressed in a snow-white suit and barefoot, stood in the void. He was akin to a god presiding over "Thunder," his words summoning endless lightning bolts like a blazing white downpour, leaving no gaps as they bombarded Howard.
This "sick husband" was still immersed in the so-called mesmerizing power when, the next second, he experienced the true meaning of power.
His body, mutated by pollution, turned into char in the blink of an eye.
His soul was about to fall into "paralysis."
Tang Qi and Rose were halfway submerged in darkness, catching sight of the circular structure, which was not as lively as during the gathering, with only a dozen figures seated on ancient stone chairs, each holding a crystal-like thing.
Inside, the lightning runes flickered.
Clearly, they were the support for the "Chairman" to unleash his Demigod Level powers.
At the top of the building, more human figures swayed, seemingly summoning even more power.
