At this moment, everyone knew that the outcome was decided.

The Ghost King of the Big Sword not only knelt on one knee, but also couldn't raise his head.

Faced with this sense of oppression, he knew it in his heart.

Even if gods and demons are reborn a few more times and their power is increased several times, they are still no match for Thunder Saint.

Strong, really too strong.

But, so what.

The thousand-year-old tyrant and the broadsword ghost king couldn't help but smile at such a disadvantage.

After fighting to this point, they have already lost.

It’s not that he underestimated Thunder Saint’s strength, it’s not that he never thought about this situation.

Lei Sheng's strength was always within their expectations.

Therefore, they are fully prepared to deal with the powerful Thunder Saint at this moment.

Suddenly, a figure saw the right moment and rushed into the battlefield, moving as fast as lightning and absorbing thunderous electricity.

"what happened?"

Everyone was shocked, especially the people from Wan Lei Tian Clan.

They all saw a strange scene.

That's because the thunder power in Thunder Saint's body is constantly passing away and weakening.

He frowned, clenched his fists, and tried to resist.

But it's no use.

The originally tyrannical power of the Hundred Thunder Level could not be stopped no matter how weak it became.

And the figure who rushed in jumped high in the air, with his hands open, absorbing the thunderous electricity without restraint.

The situation has reversed again.

The thousand-year-old tyrant and the broadsword ghost king couldn't help but smile.

In order to have a chance of winning this battle, they specially found someone who could restrain Thunder's power.
Chapter completed!