Crack, crack!
Boom!
Lead-heavy clouds are layered, lightning tears through the night, moving through the black clouds.
A sudden burst of heatwave, as if melting the snow, winter thunder brewed all night, finally could not be contained.
Like a floodgate opening, turning into droplets of rain, pelting down from the high sky.
The pouring rain, like a flood released!
Electric light intertwining, serpents tumbling!
West City, the continuous camp of the Divine Guard Army.
The place where the chief commander's camp was located has already become a ruin, a deep pit with a diameter of several dozen meters, like a blooming flower of death, adorning the ground.
The main tent of the commander had vanished, the hard-frozen soil layers were violently upturned, time and again.
Hot and scalding smoke, slowly rising from the ruins.
Li Che, wearing the Cute Bull Mask, his body robust, muscles stacked like blocks, merely lifting his hand feels like the muscles could explode.
