Soon the pill tribulation descended.
Lightning roared as it tore through the heavens, carrying a destructive aura that made even seasoned cultivators feel a chill.
Yet Bai Zihan stood there calmly.
He had made almost no visible preparations. No defensive formations. No protective artifacts specifically for this.
Because in his eyes, this level of tribulation was nothing.
He had already endured heavenly tribulations far more terrifying than this.
Compared to those, this pill tribulation was insignificant. It could help temper his body a bit if it was powerful.
But to the others watching, it was a completely different story.
Mu Yuelan's expression turned grave.
"He didn't prepare anything?"
A trace of worry surfaced in her eyes.
(Has he underestimated the pill tribulation?)
The others felt the same.
That terrifying pressure alone was enough to make their hearts tremble yet Bai Zihan stood there as if facing nothing at all.
For a moment, they were ready to intervene.
