บท 1163: A Martial Soul in Three Lives

The Holy Thunder would destroy all the evil in the world. Everything would be devoured. Most of Jiang Chen's bones were broken in the sea of thunders. He was wet with blood. Despite the divine body, this was still a severe crisis. However, Jiang Chen was not a person who would flinch easily. The four qi in his Constellation Sea were running madly.

Shrouded in the sea of thunders, he felt like he was being severely shackled. The thunders were encroaching upon him little by little. His movement was greatly restricted.

"Even if you are the heavens, don't think I will be conquered!" Gritting his teeth, Jiang Chen showed a ferocious look. His muscles bulged.

Crack!

Standing straight up, he raised his arms high. When the crucial point came, he clutched forward with his fingers.

Pah!