"What... kind of lightning is this?"
Feeling the world-destroying aura within it, along with that terrifying pressure, Ye Lin knew he could no longer remain in this stone chamber. He had to get out as soon as possible.
With a tap of his toes against the ground, Ye Lin launched himself into the air, taking the initiative to enter the void.
Azure Frost in hand, Ye Lin raised his head toward the vortex above, a faint hint of anticipation showing on his face.
He was looking forward to this lightning tribulation.
At the vortex's center, a gray pillar of lightning as thick as a water vat slowly emerged.
It lacked the wild, violent spectacle of the previous Four Symbols Divine Lightning. Instead, it was utterly silent. Wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch like glass, unable to heal for a long while.
Seeing this, Ye Lin's heart grew heavy, and he became far more cautious.
The spatial barrier of the Origin Continent could not be broken by anyone below the Quasi-Saint realm.
And the spatial barrier within this secret realm was even sturdier than that of the Origin Continent.
But now?
This lightning could shatter space so easily?
Did that not mean the power of this lightning tribulation had already reached the Quasi-Saint level?
At this moment, an ominous premonition rose in Ye Lin's heart.
He was merely undergoing Tribulation Transcendence to become a Quasi-Saint—he was not a Quasi-Saint yet.
Don't screw with me.
But the lightning tribulation did not know what Ye Lin was thinking.
Even if it did, it would not have cared.
The pillar of lightning locked onto Ye Lin and slowly pressed down.
It was not fast, but with every zhang it descended, the pressure doubled.
When the lightning pillar descended to five hundred zhang