"Thunder Emperor!"
Fatty Situ's hair instantly turned silver-white.
A huge emperor's shadow suddenly formed in front of Yi Xing, and lightning erupted in the sky.
This power was not weaker than the power of a true peak power level 12.
The entire ground was flowing with lightning liquid. The entire area covered by the peak power had almost become a silver-white world.
The thunder emperor's shadow struck Yi Xing's body.
Pa!
Amidst the buzzing of thunder that filled the sky, only the crisp sound of two palms colliding could be heard.
"All living beings! Sanskrit form!"
In the sea of lightning, countless whispers came from all over the world.
It was the angry language of Buddhism, the roar of extreme anger.
Jealousy whispers, annoyance trifles.
These sound waves turned into streams of energy that seemed to be corporeal. In the end, they gathered into an indistinct Sanskrit statue.