"Hiss..."
As Huang Zhi roared, the Seal of Thunder hissed more fiercely.
Purple thunder and lightning seemed alive, as if countless purple Divine Dragons were trying to escape from the Seal of Thunder.
The visual effect was extremely horrifying.
The taste of thunder had long been materialized, filling the entire Plane where the Saint Academy was located, completely blending with the air, forming a thunder-like liquid air.
"How does it feel to be bombarded into ashes by thunder? Isn't it exhilarating?" Huang Zhi sneered with a grimace.
Staring intently at the agitated Seal of Thunder.
A pair of deep, netherworld-like eyes seemed to penetrate the Seal of Thunder, seeing the deepest part of it, witnessing Su Chen becoming less than dead, almost reduced to ashes.
All was silent.
Everyone present in the Saint Academy held their breath tightly.
A feeling that even the slightest breath would be noticed by the Seal of Thunder and targeted by it.
