Looking up at the large hole that instantly shrunk to an acre in size above his head, and the black and white thunderball within, Han Li's pupils slightly contracted.
He knew that at the final moment, whether he could truly retreat unscathed from the True Lightning Tribulation depended on whether he could intercept this last thunderball.
Han Li immediately took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and directly sprayed out three clusters of blood essence, then executed incantations with both hands, pointing towards the sky.
Immediately, the blood essence flashed, transforming into dozens of blood-red runes in the wind, shooting straight towards the sky, vanishing instantly into each of the extreme mountains.
The three extreme mountains in the sky spun around, moved towards the center, and instantly merged into one, transforming into a tricolor peak, which emitted a rumbling sound, shrinking bit by bit until it was dozens of feet tall, while a vast and mighty aura spread out from it.
