The sunlight raged like a stormy sea, pouring down as lightning filled the air and illuminated the cloudy sky above.
In the ancient forest filled with sky-reaching giant trees, Chen Fei stood covered in blood, his skin split and his flesh torn. He gazed at the thick, intimidating clouds still lingering in the sky as the light in his eyes flickered and his entire body shone brilliantly.
At this moment, he was speechless. Although Zhen Jingkong had made it clear that the Thunder Tribulation Spirit Qi Baptism involved only three bolts of lightning, Chen Fei now felt that statement was wrong. Perhaps he was simply an exception, for the clouds, which emanated a heavy and intimidating presence, were still brewing, gathering the Spiritual Energy from over ten miles around.
In other words, the final tribulation bolt had yet to descend!
And if that tribulation lightning were to fall, it would surely be a tempestuous storm. Therefore, he had to focus his entire being.
