"Not good!"
Boom!
A bolt of lightning struck Wang Qi, engulfing him in plasma and forming a massive light sphere three zhang in size.
The Divine Thunder, one of the Five Thunders, wreaked havoc on his meridians, internal organs, dantian, senses, and limbs... Wang Qi was reduced to charcoal on the spot.
However, at his level, such injuries were not enough to claim his life.
Wang Qi transformed into a tunneling light and disappeared from the scene.
Song Lin watched as the light vanished without giving chase.
His target was the people from the three major Taoist sects.
Looking back below, the three great monks were slain by Ann Qi and Zhengyang, and Erlang God annihilated the remaining monks.
Under the reverent gazes of the crowd, Song Lin descended slowly, riding a dragon.
In reality, after refining his spirit, he no longer needed spells to fly, but riding a dragon certainly made a more commanding impression.
"Greetings, Ghost Valley Ancestor!"
