Silent annihilation!

The first Thunder Dragon struck the ancient, desolate, reddish Gobi Desert below—there was no explosion, no dust.

A colossal glazed pit, over five hundred meters in diameter, bottomless, and with edges as smooth as a mirror, formed instantly.

The bottom of the pit was a glassy substance, rapidly cooled after high-temperature melting, emitting a dark red glow.

Immediately following, the second, the third…hundreds of kilometer-long Thunder Dragons rained down madly.

The earth, like dough repeatedly pounded by a giant hammer, violently shook and cracked.

Innumerable colossal glazed pits instantly covered the wasteland, connecting with each other to form a Hell-like landscape of scorched and molten earth.

The shockwaves superimposed, stirring up a reddish sandstorm thousands of meters high, mixed with molten debris, but as soon as the sandstorm formed, it was instantly vaporized into a plasma state by the subsequent, thicker Thunder Dragons that struck.

Even more terrifying, within the sea of lightning, enormous electromagnetic vortices spun madly, forming terrifying gravitational fields and magnetic storms, interfering with all energy and signals.

The spatial structure of the entire area became extremely unstable under the violent energy impact; light twisted, and objects deformed like in a funhouse mirror.

Zhou Qi was the absolute core and eye of the storm in this doomsday lightning Hell.

He hovered in the center of the lightning sea, his body directly connected and pierced by countless of the thickest Thunder Dragons.

His entire form was no longer discernible, having transformed into a human-shaped, intensely glowing blue-white hot plasma source.

His hair had long turned to ash, his eyes shot out substantial lightning, and with every breath, his mouth and nose exhaled thick electrical snakes.

His body violently trembled, expanded, and contracted under the furious energy onslaught.

The dark golden patterns of the Titan Dragon Body flickered erratically like an overloaded circuit board; his skin was constantly torn and carbonized, yet forcibly healed under powerful regeneration, leaving scorched marks and new light patterns.

Extreme pain.

Like billions of red-hot steel knives repeatedly cutting and stirring inside his body.

But amidst this boundless pain, a colder, more violent will was growing wildly deep within Zhou Qi’s Soul—that was the will of the Dominator of Thunder, the will to control destruction.

“My…Power!!!”

His spirit let out a silent roar in the thunderstorm, like an injured Thunder Beast raging.

He suddenly raised his right hand! The Thunder Dragons Entanglement around that arm were the densest and most violent.

“For me…Condense!!!”

The roar spread out with a materialized mental shockwave.

Buzz—!

An incredible scene unfolded.

The several hundred-meter-long Thunder Dragons that were wrapped around his right arm, raging wildly and attempting to tear him apart, suddenly paused.

As if pressed down by an invisible, immense weight.

Countless wildly leaping electric arcs emitted sharp hisses, forcibly bound and compressed inwards by an irresistible will.

Compress!

Compress again!

The hundred-meter Thunder Dragons twisted and struggled madly above Zhou Qi’s palm, yet their volume collapsed at a visible speed!

From a raging giant beast, they transformed into thick chains, then into an arm-thick stream of incandescent plasma.

Finally, they were forcibly squeezed into a…glass-bead-sized, entirely blue-white orb of light, which he absorbed into his body.

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At an altitude of ten thousand meters, the destructive blue-white lightning Hell finally seemed to be gripped and extinguished by an invisible giant hand.

The residual ionized storm stirred the thin atmosphere, emitting its final, unwilling hissing sounds.

Zhou Qi hovered in the center of the storm, the violent energy capable of tearing apart stars now receding like a tide, surging into every cell deep within his body.

His heavy breathing was like the pulling of bellows; each inhalation seemed to drain the surrounding thin air, and each exhalation brought out fine, leaping blue-white electric arcs, crackling in the cold vacuum background, illuminating his slightly sweaty temples.

The bone-deep agony, as if his Soul were being pulverized and restructured at a quantum level, receded like a tsunami, leaving behind a chaotic yet unusually “clean” perception—an unprecedented, exquisitely clear understanding of his own power.

He slowly raised his right hand, the same hand that had recently guided the world-ending lightning.

Beneath his skin, the flowing dark golden patterns were clearer than ever before, pulsating like molten gold, with subtle currents like billions of spiritual snakes weaving, intertwining, and lurking within them. A faint but pure electric energy gathered at his fingertips, emitting a subtle hum.

“Controlling thunder and lightning…”

Zhou Qi’s voice was low and hoarse, carrying the fatigue of surviving a catastrophe, yet also containing an irrepressible excitement, like discovering a new continent.

This feeling was completely different from the Titan Power bestowed by the Golden Emperor: it was violent, swift, and full of destructive penetrative power, as if he had grasped the reins of the most untamed force in the Universe.

His thought was the switch.

He didn’t even deliberately activate it.

He simply curled the five fingers of his right hand inward very naturally, as if plucking a string.

Zzzzzzzzt—BOOM!!!!!!!

The world seemed to be muted, then violently shattered in an instant.

Five destructive lightning pillars, far thicker than a bucket and condensed like liquid blue diamonds, erupted without warning from the Void Realm around his body.

They didn’t descend from the sky; rather, they seemed like a high-energy particle torrent ejected after space itself was forcibly torn open and squeezed.

Their speed surpassed the limits of light and shadow; before the afterimages could even form on the retina, they had already crossed thousands of meters of vertical distance, like spears of divine punishment, accurately and fiercely penetrating the reddish Gobi Desert below, which had already been ravaged into a molten lake.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

The impact sounds were extremely muffled, as if heavy hammers were striking sound-absorbing cotton.

There was no fire, no dust, only pure annihilation.

The impacted areas, the dark red glazed rock layers, hard as geocentric alloy, formed by the repeated melting and quenching of the previous lightning Hell, disintegrated, vaporized, and vanished silently and instantly, like ice thrown into the core of a star!

Five pitch-black giant holes, over fifteen meters in diameter, with mirror-smooth edges and bottomless depths, suddenly appeared.

At the edges of the holes, residual high temperatures ionized the air, forming a hazy glow that distorted vision, and the air was filled with the strong smell of ozone, sulfur, and the unique burnt odor of molten rock.

The five deep holes, like tooth marks left by a cosmic beast gnawing at the earth, were grim and cold, silently proclaiming the birth of a new power.

Zhou Qi looked down, surveying his “signature.”

At his fingertip, a small, docile blue-white electric arc, like a pet snake, gently hopped and coiled around his finger.

The curve of his lips deepened, a sign of absolute confidence in his control over power.

With a slight thought, the electric arc dissipated like a phantom.

His gaze swept over the scorched earth and deep holes, no longer lingering.

His figure swayed slightly—“CRACKLE!”

A short, sharp sonic boom, as if space itself was being torn apart!