High up in the sky, Tingbao opened its mouth to actively welcome the thunder.
The splendid thunder didn't strike around it but was completely swallowed within.
Tingbao burped and looked down at the Fragrant Moths, a terrifying force of thunder flashing behind it.
"Fragrance..."
Each Fragrant Moth showed a retreating expression, including the largest Fragrant Moth.
"Ting Ting!"
Tingbao let out a roar, turned its body, and yellow electric arcs crackled over its body, rushing downward.
Its body descended from high above, looking just like a bolt of yellow lightning striking downward.
The Fragrant Moths were startled and didn't muster any thought of resistance, only flapping their wings in panic to evade.
Qiao Sang watched Tingbao as if it had taken some substance, and said:
"I feel the rules of this competition are still not perfect."
