His palm fell on the copper rod, like a lightning rod made of human flesh.

Next, countless lightning bolts fell on Chen Tian one after another like a honeycomb.

"don't want!"

"ah!"

A howl of pain resounded throughout a ten-mile radius.

Bai Yujiao and Yang Qingfeng were standing not far away, and they felt a white light falling, almost blinding them.

They almost have a survival instinct and cover their eyes.

After a few seconds, all movement ended.

The two of them realized that they had nothing to do, and quickly put down their hands.

However, what they saw made them stunned.

Horrible, weird, incredible.

The copper rod melted and turned into a puddle of copper water on the ground.

The Thunder King and the Wind King, who were holding the copper sticks, had already turned into two piles of powder.

Looking at Chen Tian again, his body was like a ball of fire, burning in the air.
Chapter completed!