The way they came from was desolate.
At this time, there was only the light of lightning and rumbling thunder in the sky, as well as a lonely and proud figure.
There were only a few people, and the eighth thunder flashed. Only a few people in the square could see it clearly. This thunder almost exhausted all of Dai Hu's spiritual power. At this time, Dai Hu had long been exhausted, and the spiritual power in his body was almost drained just now.
It took him a lot of effort to resist the 8th thunderbolt, but before he could react, the 9th thunderbolt came down one after another in the sky.
Eldest Senior Brother...
Hold on...
Tens of millions...
Hu hu... the wind blew, and the clouds gradually dispersed. The White Tiger Peak of Shushan, which had been like a fairyland for a long time,
