Sizzle, sizzle.
Crack, crack!
The sound of thunder moving, the sound of the shield shattering, these sounds kept ringing in the ears of this Second Grade Peak Cultivator of the Cold Sect.
Only half a second passed.
Yet to him, it seemed like countless years had gone by.
Another great "crack" sound, the shield that this Second Grade Peak Cultivator formed with all his might could no longer withstand the destructive power of the Golden Thunder Avenue Power and shattered instantly.
And the Golden Thunder Avenue Power, like a Netherworld Demon that saw blood, stretched out its hand toward this Second Grade Peak Cultivator, devouring his life.
In the blink of an eye, it directly dealt with this Second Grade Peak Cultivator.
The other two Second Grade Peak Cultivators, who initially planned to head towards the wooden boat, were stunned as they watched the leading Offering being instantly defeated by a force from within the wooden boat.
