For a moment, lightning flashed across the sky. How could the Tribulation Cloud be so easy to deal with? This blow was like poking a hornet's nest; the entire sky was shrouded in terrifying heavenly lightning.
But those Evil Flood Dragons still showed no intention of retreating. They continued to charge wildly through the Tribulation Cloud, tearing with claws and biting with fangs, fighting it with relish.
In the distance, the Youth surnamed Long and the Silver-Eyed Maiden watched, dumbstruck. The energy contained within that heavenly lightning made their scalps go numb; if even a small portion were split off, it could annihilate them.
Yet Junior Brother Lin could actually fight it with such relish. Besides admiration, the two of them felt only more admiration. What was even more inconceivable was that Lin Xuan did not look strained at all; he even seemed to have strength to spare.
They were all Spirit Division Stage cultivators, so why was the gap between them so huge?
As the ancient saying went, comparing one person to another could anger a man to death. It truly was not wrong.
While the two of them sighed endlessly there, the battle of spells above the nine heavens still continued.
Between the Hundred Dragon Fangs and the Tribulation Lightning, which was stronger and which was weaker? It seemed they truly would have to see the real result here.
Time passed drop by drop. The short span of less than half a cup of tea now felt extraordinarily long.
Roar!
As an unwilling roar entered their ears, the final Evil Flood Dragon was finally shattered as well.
Did that mean the Tribulation Cloud had won in the end?
No. The answer was not that simple.
The sky above was a riot of colors, yet the dense and magnificent