470 The Ancient Catastrophe

Boom!

It seemed the Heavens had heard Xu Que's cry. Finally, the lake-sized Heavenly Thunder of Purple Cloud came down in torrents with a big bang.

A cloud of lightning, which was all thunder essence, illuminated the sky and earth with its purple radiance. The crisscrossing thunder and lightning poured down towards Xu Que's head with crackling sounds.

It's over!

No one can survive such a great amount of Heavenly Thunder of Purple Cloud!

General Zhuge, please rest in peace!

Your burger and ice cream will forever be remembered by us!

People had already started to mourn for him.

A question popped into someone's head. The person shouted abruptly, "Wait, General Zhuge, before your death, can you tell us whether we can get a refund for the membership cards?"

"Don't even think about it!"

Xu Que turned around and swore that guy. Then he picked up the Black Heavy Buster Sword, flew up and started to launch an active attack!