Energy fluctuations rampaged, forming a gigantic storm vortex that tore everything around into shreds.
The Thunder Pillar was like a colossal violet longsword piercing the firmament; the thunderclaps were deafening, lightning rampaged along the blade like a roaring dragon-serpent, violently stabbing into the Flame Cultivator's body!
In an instant, the Flame Cultivator's figure was blasted backward, flying away.
The Thunderbolt Monk immediately gave chase, and as he pursued he shouted loudly, "Hand over your Heaven and Earth Ring, and I'll spare your life."
"Hand over the Heaven and Earth Ring?" The Flame Cultivator's face showed a mocking smile. As he coughed blood, he shouted, "You simply covet the Peace Command in my hand.
If I hand you the Peace Command, once night descends and I cannot enter Peace City, I'll die all the same.
You want the Peace Command, do you? These are my Peace Commands—go ahead and take them."
