On the altar, Zhu Youji's eyes suddenly brightened as he felt it. He felt the will of the people of the Great Ming Dynasty, their anger towards Chu Yinqiu, and their affection and trust in the Great Ming Dynasty. This will could move mountains, overturn seas, break rivers, and destroy cities...
"Next, it's your turn to fear," Zhu Youji muttered to himself. He then swung the amethyst scepter, and powerful purple lightning shot out, striking the pure white cube flying in the air.
"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle ..."
The sound of electricity crackled, and the pure white cube began to grow at a visible rate.
One time!
Two times!
Three times!
Ten times!
A hundred times!
...
In just a few seconds, the surface area of the pure white cube had surpassed the massive descending palm print, and the two began to touch.