Three days and three nights passed in the blink of an eye.
At last, the eighty-one layers of lightning tribulation were finally coming to an end. Xia Ping stood where he was, his hair disheveled and his clothes in tatters. Numerous wounds covered his body, blood streaming down him, making him look utterly miserable.
Yet he remained full of vigor, his spirits far from dampened. Having endured eighty-one layers of lightning tribulation without being killed was more than enough for him to take pride in.
High in the sky, the enormous crimson tribulation clouds were deeply unwilling to disperse, lingering for a long while. But all the power of the heavenly tribulation had already been unleashed, leaving them unable to strike down again.
In the end, there was nothing they could do. The red tribulation clouds swiftly vanished, seemingly returning to the depths of some dimensional space.
By now, an area spanning tens of billions of kilometers had been bombarded beyond recognition. Countless mountains had been flattened, and pits scarred the ground everywhere, making it resemble the surface of the moon.
The surrounding region was even suffused with a dense aura of lightning tribulation. It was estimated that it would not dissipate even after thousands of years.
As for the numerous Abyss Demons whom Xia Ping had kept trapped within the range of the heavenly tribulation, every last one of them had now been struck dead by the lightning tribulation. They had been reduced to ashes, leaving nothing behind.
At the beginning, these Abyss Demons had still been able to barely hold on.
But after the seventy-second layer of lightning tribulation, each successive layer became stronger than the last. The many Abyss Demons could no longer endure and were slaughtered one after another by Scarlet Lightning.
By the eighty-first layer,