Everyone's eyes were fixed on that figure, as if he had transformed into a flood-dragon soaring from the abyss, charging without hesitation toward the descending lightning tribulation.
That fearless bearing stirred every heart and shook every soul.
Countless people clenched their fists, their bodies taut, as though they were lending Fang Mo their strength. Martial artists had always fought against heaven, earth, and man alike. Seeing Fang Mo's unstoppable figure now, the faith in their hearts was ignited.
"Come on! You have to win!"
Even Guan Lu clenched her fists, her gaze burning with eagerness. For some reason, she desperately hoped that the person undergoing the tribulation would succeed.
Yet she did not notice Luo Jiangyan's face suddenly turn pale, her entire body going rigid. Luo Jiangyan looked toward Yue Quan and found that Yue Quan was looking back at her, equally tense. She knew she had not been mistaken.
After all, she was a Heavenly Human Realm martial artist. Focusing her vision, she could still make out that familiar figure.
After all, he was the man she loved. That figure was far too familiar. Though they were separated by a great distance, that resonance of the heart could not be wrong. The two of them had no time to tell Guan Lu, nor did they dare tell her. They stared fixedly at that figure shooting toward the heavens.
"Savage Ancient Heaven Suppressing Fist!"
Fang Mo roared and threw a punch. A dragon's cry shook the void, as if it were about to drown out the thunder dragon's roar.
"What terrifying dragon might! What is he trying to do? Is he going to blast apart the lightning tribulation?"
Watching this scene, people were shocked by Fang Mo's strength—and even more shocked by his madness. To dare meet a lightning tribulation