Sun Zhe punched through Lin Feiyan's alluring illusion that left nothing to the imagination, struggling to climb out of the chaotic mire of Divine Sense, and then regained control of his own body.
"Thank you, Sister Long. If you hadn't possessed me to launch a counterattack just now, I fear that vixen would have already extinguished my soul."
The voice of Little Dragon Girl echoed in his mind, "Compared to this, you should now think about how to survive the Heavenly Tribulation. Your conical hat was knocked off, and you used your Cultivation. The Power of the Heavenly Dao will lock onto you immediately."
Hearing this, Sun Zhe's heart sank, and he looked up at the sky.
Unknowingly, a mass of jet-black tribulation clouds had gathered in the sky from nowhere, with blood lightning flickering within, resembling an apocalyptic scene.
The overwhelming oppressive aura of annihilation shrouded the land, making him feel incredibly heavy, even fearful.
At this moment.
