Above the Sky Dome, the dark clouds were thick as lead, with lightning serpents darting through them.
Because the Thousand-Handed Centipede had burrowed into the storm clouds, endless thunder surged from all directions toward it, continuously bombarding it. The entire sky turned into a thunderstorm center; the centipede's figure was no longer visible, only its terrifying aura swept through the surroundings.
Roar!
Amidst a sky-shaking roar, six pairs of massive wings unfurled on the Thousand-Handed Centipede. These wings, formed of purple flames, seemed like clouds hanging from the sky or giant blades reaching for the heavens, slicing through the thunderclouds and scattering golden light upon the earth.
