The sea of purple lightning stretched between heaven and earth, the dazzling light illuminating the entire sky over Tiger King Ridge.
A fierce wind swept through, howling in waves, joining the terrifying thunderclaps to compose a symphony of destruction for all life on Tiger King Ridge.
The majestic celestial power descended with a thunderous roar, as if the sky were collapsing, pressing on the hearts and bodies of every living being on Tiger King Ridge. Jiang Che and Nangong Luo, however, remained composed, quietly watching the lightning tribulation, completely unaffected by the celestial power.
But the demon generals and soldiers below were not as fortunate. Although the tribulation was not primarily targeting them, the residual power alone was enough to crush them, leaving them breathless.
