Farther away.
Inside the barbarian army's command tent, Gudu Mou emerged behind Mu Wentian upon hearing the tribulation lightning filling the sky.
Looking up, Mu Wentian's body radiated a fearlessness that scorned death.
He said to the person beside him, "Senior, what do you think? Is Heaven pleased, or is someone undergoing tribulation on the wasteland? But if this is a heavenly tribulation, who could summon such terrifying tribulation lightning? This is simply unheard of."
The old man nodded, his expression indifferent. "You're mistaken."
Mu Wentian was just about to speak when Hu Feilong approached from not far away and asked, "Old man, what does this mean?"
Gudu Mou turned around, his brows tightly furrowed. In a low voice, he said, "This isn't one person undergoing tribulation. A monster has appeared on the wasteland and dragged countless experts into the tribulation with him..."
Upon hearing this, Mu Wentian felt as if he had been struck by lightning himself.
Pointing toward the sky, he muttered, "Who in this world possesses such terrifying power?"
Hu Feilong strode over, his brows knitted tightly as well. He looked at Gudu Mou and asked, "Should we attack the city while it's in chaos and catch them off guard?"
Gudu Mou sighed. "It's useless. Not a single soldier is missing from the western city gate. There's no heavenly tribulation in their eyes—only us."
Mu Wentian flicked his sleeve and asked, "What do you mean? Could there actually be someone in Jinling Ferry who can defy Heaven?"
"Who knows?"
The old man smiled faintly. "I watched that battle just now. Jinling Ferry's great general had one arm severed by his opponent. From this moment onward, he's no longer our match..."
"Oh?" Hu Feilong's expression was cold as he gazed into the distance. Suddenly, he laughed. "Heh heh,