His bright red eyes shone like torches, flickering with unknown thoughts.
Gao Xuan was distracted by the White Tiger Demon God, and if nothing unexpected happened, this projection was doomed.
However, judging by the White Tiger Demon God's appearance, it seemed to deliberately push Yuan Ping'an into using this move. It must also be curious about the Holy Hall's trump card.
At this moment, Yuan Ping'an had no energy to ponder complex issues; his Divine Soul was about to burst from the endless Source Power.
He barely suppressed the restless Source Power, extending a finger towards the distant White Tiger Demon God: "Shenxiao Thunder, decree, break."
At his command, an extremely strong silver light transformed into a winding, dazzling silver thunderbolt, striking directly onto the White Tiger Demon God.
