Instantly, the sound of thunder filled the grand hall. Pitch-black lightning intertwined into a net, shrouding the entire space. Every single thread of lightning was imbued with destructive force, raining down upon Ye Chen in wisps, seeking to tear apart his physical body and destroy his Divine Soul.
The Demonic Emperor in black smiled softly and made no effort to stop it, watching with a look of genuine intrigue, as if thoroughly fascinated by this pool of lightning.
To him, lightning was not terrifying at all, yet he could keenly scent Ye Chen's bloodline.
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