The three disasters of wind, thunder, and fire engulfed him, with every inch of muscle tissue and each cell continuously evolving and sublimating.
"Boom~ Boom~ Boom~"
Celestial thunderbolts struck down one after another, day turned to night and night to day.
In the blink of an eye, after several days and nights, the eighty-first celestial thunderbolt was brewing.
The dark clouds above the sky seemed to gather all their power at this moment, forming an apocalyptic thunder tribulation imbued with a destructive aura, turning into a colossal black thunder dragon that descended swiftly from the sky.
In an instant, Lin Ping'an's figure was completely submerged.
At the same time, the wind disaster wielded its full power, ceaselessly eroding his flesh and blood.
Only the fiery disaster deep within his soul persisted relentlessly but ineffectively, unable to inflict any harm on Lin Ping'an.
