Mo Changtian, on the other hand, looked very smug; he felt that he had a sure win this time.

In his eyes, Zhou Bin, who was trapped in the red fog, was like a lamb to be slaughtered, with no possibility of survival.

He seemed to have seen the scene of Zhou Bin struggling painfully in the red mist and eventually being shattered to pieces. Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly, revealing a cruel smile.

At this moment, in the strange space filled with red fog, Zhou Bin was staring at the shocking scene he had never seen before.

He was surrounded by a layer of violent lightning. These lightnings seemed to have life, twisting and swaying wantonly, flashing dazzling light, just like ferocious dragons, rushing towards him fiercely with the momentum of destroying the world.

The lightning arcs crisscrossed and the roar they made was so deafening that it hurt people's eardrums.

Fortunately, there was a protective shield with a soft glow beside Zhou Bin, which protected him firmly. Those crazy lightning bolts could only hit the protective shield fiercely, and a deafening roar instantly broke out, as if to shatter the entire space.

At the same time, dazzling flames burst out from the impact site, and the flames and lightning intertwined together to form a thrilling picture.

Gradually, he was surrounded by a thick red smoke. The power of these lightnings became stronger and stronger, and the number increased. Like an airtight net, it climbed densely on Zhou Bin's protective shield, constantly flashing strange light, trying to break through this barrier.

Zhou Bin was concentrating on observing these lightnings, and was amazed in his heart. These lightnings were not ordinary things. Their colors were all blood-red, which looked particularly strange in the smoke. This meant that these lightnings had been tainted with the power of the evil god, and contained extremely evil and terrifying power.