Boom!
A clap of thunder exploded, and a golden divine thunder as thick as an arm descended from the sky, striking the trunk of the ancient green pine at the mountain peak.
In an instant, golden light burst wildly, and sparks flew.
The enormous ancient green pine trembled violently like an electrocuted human, shedding countless pine needles and branches, even shaking off much of its dragon-skin-like tough bark.
"Hmm? Still not dead?"
Zhouyang frowned, observing the ancient green pine whose needles had turned yellow in the blink of an eye, a hint of astonishment flashing in his eyes.
According to his original plan, after being hit by his "Qianyang Divine Thunder," the ancient green pine should be at least half-dead, if not entirely so.
But the situation he saw now was merely a severe depletion of vitality, with no critical damage.
This situation was undoubtedly abnormal, forcing him to pause his assault, concentrating to ponder the underlying reasons.
