Dark Immortal Strike
Editor: Henyee Translations
"Waah…"
The Heavenly Weather God pouted with its massive mouth and glared at An Lin with a hint of mocking smugness.
It was stupid, but it knew that An Lin was not an easy opponent to face.
In its current state, the Heavenly Weather God was like a primordial fiendcelestial with a sandstorm revolving around its left hand, corrosive acid rain falling from its right hand, and a tail constructed from a tornado of wind blades. White cloud and mist transformed into an apron that enshrouded its massive waist while terrifying lightning exploded over its head.
It made its way toward An Lin and transformed everything in its wake into a realm of extreme frost.
An Lin looked at the approaching Heavenly Weather God, and he internally analyzed its special properties. This could be said to be the most powerful yet normal Heavenly God he had ever encountered.