The Truth of the Past

In DiMarco's room, which had suffered two rounds of attack.

More and more electric arcs appeared from Jiang Baimian's left palm as the light grew brighter.

Clap!

This silver-white bolt of lightning suddenly erupted and flew to every corner of the room, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws.

The arcs of light interweaved into an inescapable net that covered the area.

The weak but abnormal electric field that enveloped the entire room was thrown into chaos. It shattered and was torn apart, quickly melting away like snow under the blazing sun.

The coldness and darkness weakened significantly, and the flashlights in their hands became less dim.

The devastating electric bolts landed on Long Yuehong and Bai Chen, jolting them so much that their bodies convulsed slightly. Then, their curled lips unknowingly relaxed.