"Boom!"
Above the surging Blood Sea, a wild wind whips up, and fierce thunderbolts pour down like the Milky Way falling from the Nine Heavens, striking directly onto layer upon layer of Permanent Defense Arrays.
Although the thunderbolts are small, their colossal sound causes people's eardrums to ache severely.
Li Qingming squints his eyes from afar, watching the lightning strike the Array. A series of muffled sounds come with the thunderbolts, carrying an unstoppable force, breaking through thirty-three Permanent Arrays in succession, until they finally slow down upon hitting the thirty-fourth Permanent Array, reducing their speed significantly.
Like climbing steps one by one, although slow, they maintain a constant, gradual pace.
Finally, the thin-as-a-finger thunderbolt reaches the last layer of Array arranged by the Golden Armored War God, its intensity now seeming as faint as a strand of hair, yet the sheer force it carries chills one to the bone.
"Sizzle~~~"
