Rumble rumble rumble!
With the resounding booms coming from the sky, the figures trapped in the Ten Thousand Lightning Formation turned to dust!
Evidently, they no longer had the strength to fight!
And the corners of Wang Zhan's mouth curled into a satisfied smile as he watched the once boastful figures before him become feeble. Only then did he retract the Ten Thousand Lightning Formation and approach the crowd, yet he stood in mid-air proudly like a war god!
After giving them a condescending glance, Wang Zhan slowly opened his mouth and said, "I told you long ago that if you had ended it yourselves, you might have been spared this pain. But you stubbornly refused to listen and insisted on fighting me. For what?"
In truth, the crowd regretted it, but they couldn't just commit seppuku here, could they?
Naturally, a final resistance was necessary. What if they managed to leave here unharmed?
That would be a good outcome for them!
