When Fang Qingyu opened his eyes once more.
It was as if his eyes still held the lingering trace of that lightly falling finger, containing infinite power, an illusion.
Deep within his soul, the vast torrent of information continued to surge, about the destruction and rebirth of Thunder, about the mysteries of Shenxiao's authority, burning like an indelible mark.
But at this moment, Fang Qingyu had no time to comprehend.
His vision instantly focused.
Before his eyes still lay the kilometer-long Beast Fighting Arena, ravaged and devastated by golden Heavenly Punishment.
The scorched and charred flesh-like ground seemed plowed repeatedly by a giant plow, pitted and cracked everywhere.
Only the low-hanging golden thundercloud overhead, after the ninth Divine Thunder fell, slowly dissipated its last remnant of might, revealing the original writhing dark red flesh membrane dome.
Jiang Taixuan?!
Fang Qingyu's gaze swept across the whole ruin-like space instantly.
Gone!
