The lightning swords were merciless. The experts that had been hiding in the barrier fled into the central palace.

The palace was their last defense. It was just barely able to survive the assault of the lightning, but the resplendent palace was quickly starting to dim.

The Kunpeng race’s disciples were clutching at this final lifeline. But it wouldn’t last much longer either.

Other than the palace, the other buildings were destroyed in just a few seconds. Seeing that, Peng Wanli’s eyes turned red. Many of those buildings were ancient constructions of incalculable value. They were symbols of the Kunpeng race’s glory.

“Long Chen, don’t force me to enter the heavenly tribulation and kill you!” shouted Kun Pengzi.

Kun Pengzi possessed a high affinity for lightning and was blessed with lightning divine abilities. Perhaps he really possessed the ability to charge into the lightning, but people were wondering why he would still be holding back if that was true. Why was he waiting for those disciples to die first?

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