The tip of the Lightning Spear pierced through Set's body, and thunder burst forth, offering him the most outstanding tribute.
Set's iron-cast body transformed into fragile porcelain, storm and thunder spewed from his wounds, and his entire figure seemed to shrink like a deflating balloon.
The Divine Realm roared and trembled, fierce winds howled, and columns of thunder struck down, as if offering a requiem for Set.
Set's mind was befuddled, his vision turned pale, he could see nothing, feel nothing, just stood there absent-mindedly in mid-air, allowing Sarosia to thrust her long spear in and out seven times, rapidly diminishing his broken shell.
Sarosia, in sync, also shrank her form, her long spear weaving a net of thundering lightning, shattering Set into pieces, erasing his thoughts bit by bit with brutal simplicity.
Thunder rumbled loudly!!
High above, a vortex of gathering clouds cleaved a slash of lightning.
