"Arrogant boy, I'm going to let you die slowly and painfully in the Evil Fire. I want you to regret saying those words just now!"
The man's fury was at its peak, his voice roaring like thunder through the cave.
"I'm actually in a good mood today, so I'll give you a swift end."
Yang Yan looked at the man and said calmly.
"Can't you just say a little less and stop provoking him?"
Mo Wuyou, standing beside, looked at the furious man and said worriedly.
"Celestial Thunder..."
Before the man could speak, Yang Yan suddenly pointed at him and shouted.
As his words fell, a lightning bolt as thick as a small mountain suddenly descended from the sky, striking the man accurately.
Aah!
Celestial Thunder is naturally the nemesis of ghostly evils.
No matter how strong he was, he would innately fear lightning.
The man standing on the altar was no exception.
After being struck by Yang Yan's Celestial Thunder, he let out a painful roar.
"Celestial Fire..."
