Aang—!
The thunder dragon roared, and heaven and earth suddenly froze.
That sound was unlike thunder; it was more like the sound of destruction rolling down from beyond the Ninth Heaven. It shook everyone's souls, as if their spirits were about to be blasted from their bodies.
The thunderclouds stretching a hundred thousand miles exploded amid the dragon's cry. The clouds rolled backward, lightning burst forth, and a gray, murky sky was revealed.
The thunder dragon dove down.
Wherever the thunder dragon passed, space was not torn apart—it was directly erased, exposing black spatial fault lines whose edges continued to collapse in silence.
Its body was unimaginably enormous. Its dragon head had reached the ground while its tail remained within the vortex.
Seven-colored lightning flowed over its scales. Every scale was like a Small World, filled with flashing lightning and rumbling thunder, surging flames, and raging wind astral energy.
Before the dragon arrived, its pressure had already descended.
The ground beneath Fang Mo collapsed soundlessly. A thousand zhang, ten thousand zhang, a hundred thousand zhang—the earth sank outward in every direction with Fang Mo at its center.
"Th-this is the ninth tribulation lightning? Even an ordinary second-stage Void Comprehension Realm cultivator probably couldn't withstand such power, right?"
In the void, a Heavenly Venerate muttered, his voice so soft it was as though he feared disturbing something.
No one answered him.
Everyone's eyes were fixed upon that thunder dragon. Seven-colored lightning reflected in their pupils, and their faces were full of terror. Yet it was not fear of death.
At that moment, they truly felt the existence of the Heavenly Dao. And they themselves were merely insignificant ants beneath it.
Fu Ye Heavenly Venerate's hand holding his sword trembled slightly, his eyes filled wholly with concern. Han Shan Heavenly Venerate's face