Prehistoric: Outside the Zixiao Palace, the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Is in Charge

The corner of Hongjun's mouth twitched at the moment when the roof of Zixiao Palace was struck by lightning. I squatted under the calamity cloud and rubbed my fingers while watching Geng Jin Lei turn around and blast the Chaos Beast. The three thousand monks all shrunk their necks and moved back. The mud ball in Nuwa's hand rolled to her feet and she didn't bother to pick it up. I raised my head and glanced at the last thunderbolt - it hung in the air and shook, but did not fall. The wind, water and fire in the distance are surging towards this side.