The lightning finally dissipated, revealing Gong Ye's battered figure.
He was kneeling on the ground, his aura incredibly faint. He looked utterly depleted.
His eyes were bloodshot. He lifted his head to look at Song Wanning, the shocking hatred in them completely unconcealed.
Any favorable impression he'd had of Song Wanning had long since vanished. All thoughts of a powerful alliance were gone, replaced by nothing but endless killing intent.
'Song Wanning is terrifying!'
'If someone like her is allowed to grow stronger, she'll become a fatal threat to me.'
'Her Purple Cloud Divine Thunder alone is enough to strike me dead.'
'Therefore, Song Wanning must not be allowed to live.'
'She must not!!!'
Killing intent flared in Gong Ye's heart. He gathered what strength he had left and launched a counterattack.
The two Clan Leaders and Song Wanning didn't stand idle, either, and launched their own attacks.
