The Rising Devil Fire

The thousands of miles wide thunderbolt descended, even shocking Ji Hao with its formidability, which made him lift his head.

Great Uncle laughed boisterously. His hair and beard had all turned black with a faint blood-red hue, while a tens of thousands of meters tall dark silhouette appeared hazily behind him, looking down at Ji Hao with glowing red eyes. It was sitting on a lotus woven from a blood-red flame with its legs crossed.

The thunderbolt flashed down the sky for hundreds of miles, being compressed to about a hundred-miles-wide. Having dropped for a thousand miles, it turned hundreds of meters wide.

About ten miles above the ground, the dark thunderbolt looked already thinner than a hair, flashing swiftly across the sky and landing on Ji Hao's head in an instant.