"Thunder Emperor!"
Fatty's hair suddenly turned silver-white.
A gigantic emperor's shadow formed in front of the group, and lightning exploded across the sky.
This power was not weaker than the genuine Level Twelve Pinnacle Force.
The flowing lightning on the ground turned the entire area covered by the Pinnacle Force into a silver-white world.
The Thunder Emperor's shadow suddenly struck the group.
Snap!
Amidst the droning of lightning, only the crisp sound of two palms meeting could be heard.
A hundred facets of all living beings! Sanskrit Chant Facet!
In the Sea of Thunder, countless whispers came from all over the world.
It was the Buddhist School's words of anger, ultimate rage of fury.
Whispers of jealousy, petty annoyances.
These sound waves turned into tangible energy, finally converging into an indistinct Sanskrit chant visage.
As it roared out, the thunder emperor conjured by Sithur Fatty instantly turned into a sky full of lightning.
