As he looked at the increasingly somber massive thunderclouds, the sense of danger in Xiao Ming's heart grew stronger. He had already successfully condensed the Ten Thousand Spirits Floating World Body and restored his realm. Thanks to his own strength and that of his Sovereign Immortal Body, opponents at the same level could not withstand more than a few moves from him. This so-called Heavenly Venerable Tribulation should not have posed such a powerful threat to him.
Even a Heavenly Venerable Tribulation that had absorbed the Power of Chaos should not have been able to!
Thinking of the scenes in the Simulator, where he was constantly struck by lightning while Devouring continents, Xiao Ming could not help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.
For now, he would call that lightning Wrath of the Heavens.
"So, this couldn't be that Wrath of the Heavens, could it?"
No, this should be a Heavenly Venerable Tribulation stacked with Wrath of the Heavens. But shouldn't this thing only appear after Devouring many continents?
He had only swallowed one Small Continent, yet it had rushed over to strike him already. Was there no martial virtue left at all?
Thinking of the power of Wrath of the Heavens, Xiao Ming, who normally disliked swearing, cursed inwardly. Could it be that he had only just recovered his strength, only to be severely injured again?
Crash!
Just as Xiao Ming was feeling somewhat uneasy, the lightning above finally finished gathering. The black clouds churned, and a stream of black water descended from the heavens. The stream looked light and gentle, yet as it fell, even space itself was crushed apart.
Seeing this, Xiao Ming had no time to remain uneasy. His gaze sharpened as enormous spiritual energy, tens of thousands of feet high, erupted from his