"Forty miles!"
Su Mo looked at the tribulation clouds in the sky and murmured to himself. Wenren Tiandu had condensed a divine elixir from fifteen Spirit Vortexes and entered the Martial King Realm, and his tribulation clouds had reached forty miles.
What about his forty-nine Spirit Vortexes?
With so many Spirit Vortexes, just how far would his Martial King Tribulation reach in the future?
After a moment, Su Mo sighed and stopped dwelling on it. When the cart reached the mountain, there would be a road through it. His strength far surpassed Wenren Tiandu's; even if his Martial King Tribulation was several times stronger, he was confident he could break through it.
Then, Su Mo quietly watched Wenren Tiandu undergo his tribulation.
At this moment, the mighty tribulation clouds continually brewed thunderous power, growing stronger and stronger. Wenren Tiandu's expression had become incomparably grave.
Boom!
A moment later, a massive bolt of lightning split down from the sea of thunder, tearing through space as it viciously struck toward Wenren Tiandu.
This bolt stretched several thousand zhang, like a heavenly blade of death, its might unmatched.
The lightning was unimaginably fast, reaching Wenren Tiandu's head in an instant.
"Shatter!"
Wenren Tiandu neither dodged nor evaded. He threw a punch directly at the descending lightning.
Boom!
With an explosive crash, the lightning was shattered by his fist and scattered into nothingness.
A pair of grayish-white gloves covered Wenren Tiandu's fists, emanating waves of surging power.
Clearly, these gloves were an Emperor-grade weapon.
Next, the sea of thunder brewed once more, bolts of lightning striking down one after another.
Wenren Tiandu endured them all without mishap, withstanding seven consecutive lightning bolts.
"Seven lightning tribulations have passed. Only the final two remain!"
"The last two are the most dangerous lightning tribulations. One misstep, and