Silver lightning descended from the heavens, its power overwhelming.
"This Heavenly Tribulation is truly terrifying; this is just an artifact tribulation. If it were a tribulation invoked by a cultivator, what kind of apocalypse would that be?"
Mo Yan gazed at the silver lightning that circled in the sky and then fiercely plummeted like a meteor, aiming for Lu Qingshan, and couldn't help but exclaim.
Lu Qingshan, mid-air, his pitch-black eyes fixed on that massive silver lightning bolt.
He could feel the terrifying degree of the Thunder Force contained within.
It had even reached the level of an Eighth Realm Cultivator's attack.
But this should be the last Heavenly Thunder.
"Come on." Lu Qingshan looked at the lightning that flashed towards him in an instant, a low shout escaping his lips.
Boom!
As his shout fell, with a loud bang, his entire body shot towards the Heavenly Thunder like a spring.
