"Neigh——!"
The White Horse let out a piercing, metallic cry, showing no hint of retreat.
Its four hooves stepped on clouds, mane fluttering, as the overwhelming demonic power around its body instantly condensed into a massive silver Light Shield, adorned with ancient flowing runes, facing that apocalyptic purple lightning.
"Crack!"
The Light Shield and the purple lightning collided fiercely!
A blinding light burst forth, swallowing the peak in an instant.
A thunderous explosion resounded as the violent aftermath spread out, cleaving through the hard rock as if it were tofu.
For a moment, debris shot out, and dust filled the air!
The White Horse's four hooves sank deeply into the rock, enduring this first strike.
Above the firmament.
Having failed with one strike, the Heavenly Tribulation, as if provoked, grew even more magnificent.
No longer a single lightning pillar, but hundreds of purple-gold Thunder Spears pouring down like torrential rain!
