The Real Business
An hour later, the thunderclouds high in the sky had shrunk to just over a hundred zhang across. They churned violently, then abruptly turned blood-red.
"Blood Fiend Divine Thunder! I can't believe it's this kind of Lightning Power," Mo Yunzi exclaimed in surprise.
Blood Fiend Divine Thunder was an extremely yin and frigid force. Anyone struck by it would suffer severe corrosion to their physical body.
After a series of deafening rumbles, the blood-colored thunderclouds churned violently and suddenly transformed into a blood-colored giant python more than ten thousand zhang long. It lunged toward the valley below.
A thunderous boom shook heaven and earth as a blinding mass of blood-colored lightning engulfed everything within ten thousand li.
A little while later, the blood-colored lightning faded. The land within a million li had been flattened.
Blood Ancestor stood on a patch of open ground, his body charred black and his aura feeble.
Mo Yunzi flew over and landed before Blood Ancestor.
"How are you? Are you all right?" Mo Yunzi asked, his face full of concern.
The Great Heavenly Tribulation was no joke. Each strike was more powerful than the last.
Blood Ancestor burst into wild laughter, his expression crazed.
A brilliant blood glow flared across his body, and large flakes of dead skin fell away. His new skin was tender, like that of a newborn baby.
His aura was even stronger than before, which was rather strange.
A flicker of surprise crossed Mo Yunzi's eyes. Blood Ancestor had clearly survived the Great Heavenly Tribulation.
Blood Ancestor clenched his right fist, his gaze burning with excitement.
"Fellow Daoist Blood, what's this?" Mo Yunzi asked, taken aback.
Blood Ancestor chuckled and opened his fist. A mass of blood-colored lightning danced and surged in his palm, radiating an aura of