The temple, the training room, has now been filled with purple thunder.

These thunderstorms are so powerful that even a trace of them can easily blow up a demigod warrior into pieces. But at this moment, Song Yan is sitting in the center of the thunderstorm with his eyes closed and his whole body is entangled by thunderstorms, but his manner seems indifferent.

"Close!"

Suddenly, his hands were stamped fast, and the thunder in the whole exercise room rushed madly into his body at the moment of printing.

"Boom!"

I don't know how long it took for him to make a loud noise in his body, but he stepped into...