Yang Chen had now reached the hundredth level of lightning tribulation.
When the lightning tribulation reached the hundredth level, Yang Chen felt the pressure at last. He could sense with perfect clarity that the lightning tribulation brewing within the chaotic void had become even more terrifying.
Its terror was far beyond anything before the hundredth level.
If this continued, even if he could pass the hundredth level, what about the hundred and first? The hundred and tenth?
Back then, Yama had defied the Chaos laws through life and death, only to be beaten apart alive. He had endured a full hundred and twenty-five levels of Hunyuan Sacred Thunder.
If things went on like this, how many levels of lightning tribulation could he withstand?
Even if the Hunyuan Sacred Thunder he faced now was not as powerful as Yama's had been, who could guarantee that there would be no further lightning tribulation after the hundred and twenty-fifth level?
Yang Chen knew there had to be a way to break the Hunyuan Sacred Thunder.
The Hunyuan Sacred Thunder could not possibly be a fatal lightning tribulation.
The answer lay within the lightning tribulation.
Yang Chen furrowed his brow tightly, crossing the tribulation while searching for a way to break the Hunyuan Sacred Thunder.
But how could it be so easy to break?
Yang Chen had been searching and trying to break it since the first level of lightning tribulation. Yet even now, he had not found the true crux of the Hunyuan Sacred Thunder.
And the lightning tribulation had already reached the hundred and tenth level.
Yang Chen could no longer hold on with world power alone. With a sweep of his sleeve, he took out the God-Slaying Spear in his hand as well.
The God-Slaying Spear's signature wild laughter rang out.