[Humans of the New World, I am the Lord of the Sky, Li Longqing!]
As everyone was at a loss, a voice exploded in the sky, spreading for thousands of miles. Not only in Huaxia, even other countries could hear it clearly, and strangely enough, this voice echoed directly in their minds, with no need for translation—everyone could understand it.
Lord of the Sky?
What kind of pompous nonsense is this?
Everyone looked toward the island, foreigners could also see the island situated above Huaxia, causing widespread panic.
Suddenly, a figure appeared on the island, seemingly holding something in his hand that resembled a stick.
[Fire rises, thunder descends, waters flood!]
[Humans, submit to me!]
The sky once again erupted with two voices, and a change suddenly occurred. The sky became shrouded in dark clouds, with thunder and lightning—a myriad of golden Thunder Dragons roared and writhed within the clouds, crossing paths and roaring furiously.
Rumble!
