The collapsing lightning net came together upon the exact point where Lin Tao had stood a split second earlier.
BOOM!
The mutual total ruin of thirty-two converging arcs of high-voltage star-fire produced an ear-splitting bone-shaking report that rattled the teeth in the skulls of the spectators. A blinding sphere of white-hot fire erupted at the center of the ring, blasting outward a blast wave of white-hot air that rattled the sapphire boundary ward like sheet metal in a gale.
Lei Zhen raised his head, a feral, bloodthirsty grin spreading across his soot-stained face.
“Turned to ash!” Lei Zhen roared in triumph, thrusting his iron-knuckled fist toward his sect’s roaring pavilion. “There isn’t even a scrap of bone left to bury!”
“Behind you, Brother Lei,” a calm, even voice drifted through the clearing smoke.
Lei Zhen’s triumphant grin froze solid.
Slowly, his neck turning with clockwork stiffness, the Thunder Beast inheritor looked over his right shoulder.
