Chapter 663: Fellow Villagers Meeting Each Other_3

The dilapidated temple couldn't possibly withstand such an immense psychic blast; almost every part of the temple ruins, except for the foundation, was torn apart like in a violent storm, then shattered under the onslaught of raging thunder and lightning. Duanmu Huai took a quick step forward, raising the Thunder Warhammer high in his hand and swinging it forcefully at the Lord of the Fly's Nest. The latter was obviously taken aback, expressing great surprise that a lapdog of the Corpse Emperor could ignore and even destroy the blessing from the Lord of Plague.

"Who are you?!"