In front lay a wild island spanning thousands of miles. The island was densely vegetated, and a massive seven-colored thundercloud floated high in the sky, flashing with lightning, with thick seven-colored lightning bolts striking down.
"It seems Taoist Friend Yang is undergoing his seventh minor tribulation."
Shen Long speculated.
After a while, the seven-colored thundercloud had shrunk to just a few tens of yards. After a bout of rolling and surging, it transformed into a gigantic seven-colored Phoenix, arcs of seven-colored lightning flickering over its body.
The wings of the seven-colored Phoenix lightly flapped, swooping down from high above.
A sound of breaking through the air rang out, and a golden giant fist flashed into existence, striking the seven-colored Phoenix.
