The sound of thunder roared, and black clouds covered the sky like black flames, fiercely burning in the endless sky.
Waves surged and roared forward.
Two Nascent Soul cultivators stood thousands of miles apart, amidst the raging storm, watching rows of mountainous waves roar from the distant deep sea's thunder.
Roar———
A massive white dragon pierced through the clouds, surrounded by thunder, its body covered with lacerated wounds, and its dragon roar filled with fatigue and weakness as it flew laboriously through the clouds.
"For nine whole days, eighty-one strikes of tribulation thunder. By logic, it should have ended, but why does it feel like these tribulation clouds are brewing a stronger tribulation thunder?"
"Isn't that a good thing? By the looks of it, it shouldn't withstand the last tribulation thunder. By then, heh heh~"
