Simultaneously around the world, the tens of millions of Mo Luo's army, clueless about what was happening, were baptized by Thunder and suppressed by the mountains and rivers.
No matter how they tried to resist or how they tried to escape, it was all in vain.
Because they were fighting against the whole world!
How could they possibly triumph over the entire world?
"Thunderbolt?"
"The heavens are furious!"
"Whimper.... So many gods!"
"This is the manifestation of the world's will!"
"The heavens are blind!"
"It's over, it's all over. The Heavenly Dao of this world...has been devoured by a terrifying power!"
"How can we contend with the divine power of heaven and earth?"
Merely within three breaths, the tens of millions of Mo Luo's army scattered across the world, completely fell.
The world was still in turmoil; the origin was ecstatic, seeming to cheer for their supreme lord.
"Who dared intrude upon the Wangyue Continent, death waits for none!"