Bang!
After a deafening roar, the Seven-Colored Thunder Tribulation descended upon where Jun Xiaoyao stood.
In an instant, seven-colored lightning spread out, engulfing the surroundings with crackling sounds.
Jiang Luoli's mind went blank, her whole body felt frozen, unable to move.
"Is he dead?" The surrounding Celestial Pride murmured to themselves.
Ji Qingyi and others also fixed their gaze firmly on the top of the altar.
Logically speaking, Jun Xiaoyao should not have been able to resist the Seven-Colored Thunder Tribulation.
As the lightning dispersed, everyone's gaze froze simultaneously.
Their faces were filled with astonishment.
Because Jun Xiaoyao was unscathed!
And the reason he was unharmed was because a stalwart figure was standing in front of him.
Black hair hung down by his feet, exuding an abyssal and demonic aura.
It was the Fallen Sacred Body!
The Fallen Sacred Body roared at the sky, black hair flying, like an indomitable God-Demon!
"This..."
