Chapter 1487: A Snap of the Fingers, Created a World

Lei Guang continuously danced on Su Han's hand.

At the same time, Su Han's body radiated blazing lightning brilliance.

The sky instantly darkened: the clouds, previously torn apart by Lei Shen Mo Di, reassembled and quickly gathered into a thick layer.

Brilliant Lei Guang occasionally plummeted from the heavens.

Brilliant Lei Guang slashed across the earth, wiping out the dense horde of skeletons.

Only a few silver-white skeletons, strong enough to rival Grandmasters, and some bewildered liches remained.

This was the Divine Authority of Storm and Thunder.

Su Han used this instant to clear the battlefield.

"...... This guy!"

Lei Shen Mo Di stared at Su Han's body, faintly transforming into lightning, his pupils contracting; he did not grieve for the dead undead skeletons... after all, ordinary skeletons, no matter how many died, were merely expendables, not worth his emotion.

What shocked him... was the essence Su Han now revealed.

"This guy's body... is purely composed of lightning!"

"What?"

Death God Hak's expression changed slightly.

"...... A life purely composed of lightning."

Ni He gazed distantly at the figure... enveloped in lightning, "A lightning-elemental Lord?"

"If it were this simple, it would be better."

Lei Shen Mo Di forcibly suppressed the emotional tremor in his voice.

Yet the other two present clearly understood his meaning.

A mere lightning-elemental Lord, even if his strength rivaled the Imperial level, was utterly powerless before Mo Di.

"Lan Ran, President, I'll face this corpse-ridden fellow."

"My Kenbunshoku tells me he's a worthy opponent!"

A loud laugh erupted; a figure suddenly appeared in the heavens, a terrifying naginata descending from the sky, shattering the void.

Air and space trembled and shattered, fragments laden with force crushing down upon them.

"You took me for a weakling, so you're trying to clear the battlefield early?"

Hak felt himself locked onto, his face icy; he gripped his scythe and swung it upward with a clang.

From his body, streams of soul-light flashed forth, weaving into a colossal, sky-piercing Death God clad in black robes; its terrifying scythe clashed with the naginata descending from above.

A sharp, resonant hum rang out, and the shockwave spread outward.

"...... Having a guild full of members who fight without restraint? I'm truly troubled."

Su Han sighed, withdrew his hand, and the terrifying lightning that had pierced the earth vanished at once.

His expression remained calm; he snapped his fingers.

Time and space altered, undergoing a massive transformation.

Far away, the three Zunda Sect Grandmasters gathered together, combining their strength to forcibly push back the three golden skeletons before them.

The three Skeleton Kings made no attack, retreating instead.

Just as they prepared to pursue, the three Grandmasters sensed something wrong... "...... What's going on?"

Zhang Mingbei watched ripples spreading outward, then saw heaven and earth stretching and twisting endlessly.

He stared, dumbfounded.

Half-believing he was dreaming.

Previously, when he turned around, he could still see the capital city in the distance.

But now, when he turned, he saw only a completely distorted capital.

The capital now resembled a set of disassembled blocks—buildings bent, the ground tilted... the entire world had changed in an instant.

"This isn't our original world—it's a new world, very similar to our own."

Zhao Xu, with his keen soul perception, sensed exactly what had occurred.

On the surface, he showed no emotional fluctuation, but the clenched fist in his hand proved his inner turmoil.

"...... A new world similar to ours?"

Grandmaster Dama's voice trembled slightly.

He gazed toward the center of all the ripples—Su Han's figure.

Su Han had merely snapped his fingers, and such a cataclysmic change had occurred—what kind of ability was this? "Truly terrifyingly powerful! It even makes one wonder whether he has created a new world."

Zhang Mingbei shook his head, forcing a smile, trying to dispel the heavy atmosphere with lighthearted words.

"How do you know he hasn't created a new world?"

Zhao Xu countered.

Zhang Mingbei's smile froze.

By the time he realized it, his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.

This was an astonishing thing—once one reached Grandmaster level, one could control every part of their body.

For a Zunda Sect Grandmaster to have cold sweat soak his clothes could only mean his shock had reached the point of disrupting his bodily control.