Zhao Yi stood on a mountain hundreds of miles away, gazing into the distance.
Looking at the doomsday-like rolling lead clouds in the sky, his heart couldn't help but shiver.
If it weren't for the experience of the Chaos Storm, Zhao Yi would have run as far as he could.
The ancestors of the Zhao clan had been refined by the Chaos Storm.
The Thunder Tribulation before him, though terrifying, was still inferior to black lightning fire.
The ancestors of the Zhao clan were unafraid, but the people of the Spirit Realm were not so sure.
Within Zhao Yi's Divine Sense, countless powerful Divine Senses from the Spirit Realm were scanning this place.
But upon sensing the Thunder Tribulation spanning hundreds of kilometers, each one retracted their Divine Sense as if electrocuted, no longer daring to spy on the situation here.
Some people still lurked outside the Thunder Tribulation range, cautiously monitoring the Zhao clan's ancestors in the tribulation.
