It is no weaker than the Xuanyuan Sword of the Yellow Emperor back then, and what does it mean to have the strength of a Martial Venerable?
Suddenly, dark clouds filled the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared, followed by a violent storm, turning the entire sky pitch black.
A torrential downpour began, and the deafening sound of thunder could be faintly heard from the clouds.
"Snap!"
A sudden, silvery-white bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, tearing apart the thick clouds and illuminating the gloomy heavens.
The immense pressure of this silver-white lightning bolt instilled fear and submission in all the Yellow Turban soldiers.
"Divine punishment?" Leif murmured.
The Allied forces had already begun their retreat, and Leif had a premonition that if he dared to order a pursuit, the heavenly lightning would strike them!
"boom!"
Another thunderous roar erupted, and this bolt of lightning contained immense power, as if it were the end of the world!
Leif swallowed hard; the scene made him feel uneasy.
boom!
Just then, another huge bolt of lightning suddenly struck down, landing in the direction of the Allied forces.
In an instant, Allied soldiers fell one after another into pools of blood, unable to even utter a scream.
Following this lightning, massive bolts of lightning continued to strike the Allied forces below, and anyone caught in its wake was instantly killed.
"Is this...is this divine punishment? Heaven is angry! Heaven is angry!" A Yellow Turban soldier was terrified, trembling all over, kneeling on the ground, at a loss for what to do.
"Run! Run!"
The Yellow Turban soldiers were thrown into chaos and fled in panic.
"Look! That's...!" someone pointed to the sky, looking as if they'd seen a ghost.
Everyone looked up and saw a magnificent and enormous palace phantom appear in the sky.
That illusory palace, floating in mid-air, exuded an ancient and weathered aura.
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