Wrath of the Thunder God

"Jingmen!"

"Open!"

In the moment the thunder fell, a radiant gate appeared in front of Mo Li, swallowing the thunder and effortlessly neutralizing the attack.

The Thunder Clan Holy Son was not surprised by this. If his opponent were defeated so easily, he would have been more annoyed.

A practitioner of the same level who could evade him for so long was someone he needed to thoroughly exercise his skills against. It couldn't end too quickly. After all, he had decided in his mind to make Mo Li experience the thunderous purgatory before he died.

"Attack!"

The Thunder Clan Holy Son waved his hand, once again using a secret technique to seal the space. His companion, a Thunder Clan elite, then took out a large hammer surrounded by thunder, which was an impressive emperor-tier weapon. Clearly, the Thunder Clan elite was not planning to hold back.

He was cautious by nature. Given that they were in the Earthly Realm, it was best to resolve the matter quickly.

"Smash it!"