Within the thunder net, countless bolts of lightning erupted simultaneously.

These were the true Divine Thunder of the Heavenly Dao. Though not as formidable as the tribulation clouds above the Nine Heavens, they were far superior to the weakened remnants in the Heaven-Grade Thunder Pool.

Each bolt was as thick as a water tank, a deep purple throughout, with golden arcs dancing along the edges.

They poured down from the thunder net like the Milky Way hanging upside down, or like thousands of purple dragons diving, carrying an aura of destruction as they fiercely struck at the figure in white.