God's Hand

Gong Ziliang, who was floating in the void, naturally heard their conversation and only smiled bitterly.

This was human nature. Although he knew that on this path, the Heavenly Dao would come to find him one day, he did not expect it to be so fast!

The lightning clouds originally occupied a corner of the northwest area, which was only dozens of miles.

At this moment, faint explosions sounded in the lightning clouds.

The covered sky quickly expanded. Wherever it passed, thunder rumbled.

"I can't wait anymore!"

Gong Ziliang snorted coldly and slapped his hand, rising into the air.

He knew the difference between him and the Heavenly Dao, even if it was only the power of the Heavenly Dao.

It was definitely not something he could resist. Looking at the current situation, the God's Hand behind the lightning clouds had not condensed yet.

He had given himself a chance. He only had to shatter the God's Hand before it condensed.