The golden light of Tianmen was vast and mighty, and above the golden light, there were crisscrossing and winding dark thunders. The enormous power distorted the space. When ordinary monsters looked up, they saw bottomless black holes above the dome.
The little demons who had escaped the chaos caused by the drought became even more panicked, looking for refuge everywhere and shouting.
"There's a hole in the sky! Run away!"
No matter how terrified the creatures on the earth were, the thunder rolled and surged, and finally condensed into several powerful long whips, as if to split the earth, whistling towards Garuda.
Garuda was not willing to admit defeat either. He had seen all of this before. All the great monsters in ancient times who could move mountains and fill the sea but failed to become saints died under this long whip. Take Li himself, for example. He had suffered a thunder tribulation that triggered the dragon poison that had accumulated in his body for many years, causing him to burn to death.
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