The very moment the cyan flame descended, Ning Jiang's Primordial Spirit finally sensed danger.
Whether it was the earlier Divine Fire Tribulation or the evolved Fire Lotus Tribulation, they had both been mere child's play to him, unworthy of his attention.
But this Cyan Bird, conjured by the Celestial Tribulation, was truly worthy of being a descendant of the Divine Bird Phoenix. Its flames were so intense that Ning Jiang's Primordial Spirit actually felt as though it were melting.
Yes, melting.
Like a piece of iron that couldn't withstand the extreme heat and turned to molten liquid.
"Good. Very good. A Celestial Tribulation like this is finally getting interesting. The harder, the better."
Ning Jiang let out a long, hearty laugh, his spirit soaring. He was the kind of person who thrived on a challenge—the greater the difficulty, the better.
"Primordial Spirit Storm!"
Ning Jiang's three Primordial Spirits began to unleash their power, fighting back against the Cyan Bird.
