The overwhelming spiritual power swept across and enveloped the entire presidential suite.
A few seconds later, Zhang Xiaohao withdrew his soul power.
"Not here? Just as I expected!" Zhang Xiaohao said with a playful smile at the corner of his mouth.
Whoosh!
He opened the window, leapt out, and his figure vanished from the room.
Torrential rain, visibility so poor that one couldn't see their own fingers, the sky violently pouring down raindrops the size of soybeans, and baby-arm-thick silver lightning roaring and rampaging in the night sky, resembling an apocalyptic scene.
Half an hour later.
When Zhang Xiaohao reappeared, he was already in a barren area near the river in the suburbs.
"Rats always love hiding underground!" Zhang Xiaohao sneered coldly.
His eyes, hidden beneath the War God mask, coldly gazed at the land beneath him.
"Since you want to play, I'll play with you to the end!" Zhang Xiaohao said murderously.
"Netherworld Demon Body!" Zhang Xiaohao growled.
