Hanuman's body suddenly stiffened. He instinctively tried to struggle, but it was all in vain. Faced with such overwhelming force, he had no chance to fight back. The invisible pressure, like a mountain crushing an egg, held him down, preventing him from moving an inch.
At that moment, a staggering bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, like a ferocious silver dragon, descending from the sky with lightning speed. With a deafening roar, the lightning pierced Hanuman's chest! In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and Hanuman let out a shrill scream before collapsing heavily to the ground, motionless.
Su Yan, standing not far away, curled his lips slightly into a cold smile. He had clearly anticipated this scene, already knowing the fate of his enemies. He waved his hand carelessly, but surprisingly, instead of dispelling the purgatory-like horror before him, he further amplified it.
With his movements, the already dark and oppressive sky instantly grew even darker, as if endless night had suddenly descended. Simultaneously, a strong, pungent smell of blood began to permeate the air, making one nauseated. The entire space was enveloped in an extremely eerie and terrifying atmosphere, as if the end of the world had already arrived.
What's going on?! At this moment, the three types of gods in the area all raised their heads simultaneously, faces filled with astonishment. Nandi, the divine bull, frowned, his expression extremely solemn, and muttered to himself, "This is abominable! Are we going to die here today?" His words revealed deep despair and unwillingness.
Garuda, the Garuda standing by, also had a face full of fear, and said in a trembling voice: "This aura is really too terrifying! With our strength, we can't compete with it at all!" Just feeling the pressure brought by this aura made it feel afraid and its legs went weak.
"In that case, aren't you known for being able to soar freely? Why don't you try to break free?" Nandi turned to look at Garud, a glint of hope in his eyes, and asked eagerly. However, Garud shook his head repeatedly and replied with a bitter face, "I've already tried, but it's no use! This area seems to be blocked by a mysterious force, and no matter what I do, I can't break free."
At this time, the god of wine, Soma, could no longer suppress his inner anxiety and shouted loudly: "What should we do now? Are we really just going to sit here and wait for death to come?" His voice was full of panic and helplessness.
Facing everyone's questioning, Garrud sighed helplessly and said slowly: "I'm afraid this is the only way at the moment..." Before he finished speaking, the scene suddenly fell into dead silence, and the atmosphere was so depressing that it made people breathless.
Just when everyone was desperate, Nandi suddenly shouted loudly: "Don't worry too much! This beast actually dared to mobilize the power of thunder and lightning without authorization. Such behavior will definitely attract the attention of Lord Indra! When that happens, it will be his doomsday! We just need to grit our teeth and hold on. I believe there will be a turning point." These words were like a shot of adrenaline, rekindling a glimmer of hope for the gods who were on the verge of collapse.
"Clang!" A deafening roar suddenly erupted, and streaks of immense lightning cascaded down from the sky like dancing silver snakes. These lightning bolts, like peerless swords descending from the heavens, struck the earth with a chilling coldness and devastating power.
Each streak of lightning seemed to tear the sky in two, its blinding brilliance nearly impossible to gaze upon. Along with the lightning came a terrifying aura of destruction. This aura surged like a surging wave, surging back and forth between heaven and earth, trembling everything in its path.
Faced with such a shocking sight, Su Yan remained calm, merely snorting coldly. He stared coldly at the thunder and lightning that fell from the sky, his heart filled with disdain and contempt. He knew full well that the thunder punishment unleashed by the Ten Directions Sword was no ordinary lightning; it stemmed from the true power of thunder!
This thunderbolt power contained boundless fury and majesty, far surpassing any other force in the world. Even if Indra, the legendary Indian god of thunder, were to personally descend upon the world, he would likely struggle to withstand the onslaught of this thunderbolt. After all, before this absolute might, everything seemed so insignificant and fragile.
The three types of gods were horrified to find themselves completely trapped in a hopeless situation. No matter how hard they struggled, it was futile. The overwhelming and surging thunder seemed to have formed an impenetrable net, trapping them firmly within it, leaving them with nowhere to escape.
In the face of this suffocating and terrifying attack, the magical power that had just been gathered with great difficulty was easily shattered like fragile bubbles in the blink of an eye. Immediately afterwards, a strong electric current quickly spread throughout the body, causing these three types of gods to completely lose consciousness in the next moment.
They stood frozen in place, unable to move even a fraction, their hearts filled with despair and terror. The once almighty gods now seemed helpless and insignificant. Seeing death approaching, they no longer cared about dignity or prestige, and cried out for help at the top of their lungs.
"Help! Someone please save us!" "I really don't want to die! Please spare my life!" "As long as you let me go, I am willing to surrender to you and obey your orders from now on!" However, no matter how they cried and begged for mercy, there was no response from the people around them.
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