Imperial Lord Lun Ling
編集者: Atlas Studios
After just one attack, Miao Yue and the rest stopped.
It was a thunderous strike.
They solved the problem in one shot. If they were to act one by one, it would become a game of tug-of-war.
It would be a waste of time.
After the Eighth Prince and the others touched the strand of fortuitous opportunity.
Everyone looked in that direction.
They wondered what would happen next.
As it was not a single person who had obtained it, they weren't sure if they needed to continue fighting over it.
Just as they were puzzled, the wind and clouds suddenly gathered in the sky.
An ordinary cloud appeared in the sky.
Light fell from the clouds.
The light shone on Eighth Prince and the others, and also on Black Peak Tower.
The moment the light appeared, there was a clap of thunder.
The sudden thunder startled the Eighth Prince.
This feeling was the same as before. It was as if a voice was coming from the sky.