The entire world fell deathly silent in that frozen moment. A tremendous amount of heat radiated from Yang An's body, and he was flushed crimson, as if he were being cooked in a steamer.
He had given it his all. The entire process was harrowing, and he had nearly failed to survive the Celestial Tribulation.
But now, with only the final strike remaining, he had to get through it no matter what.
Yang An had a premonition. This was both the most dangerous strike of the Celestial Tribulation and the most profound gift from the Celestial Dao.
A few breaths later, the one hundred and ninety-ninth bolt of lightning suddenly fell. But it was no longer ferocious and immense like the previous bolts. Instead, it was like a single raindrop descending from the heavens. It was also like a meteor, its tail still connected to the sky as its head shot straight for Yang An.
