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Thunder boomed throughout the Desert Sea, and the pitch-black clouds hung oppressively overhead.

An enormous peach tree stretched between heaven and earth above the Desert Sea, like a bridge connecting the two.

Its whole body shone gold and red, its branches glittering as they waved through the void like surging chains of cosmic order.

Even Ye Jingcheng was awed by the Peachwood Demon's divine presence and towering form.

"Master, it is only a trifling Lightning Tribulation!" The Peachwood Demon was still showing off.

It was as though this were not a tribulation, but a means of currying Ye Jingcheng's favor.

"Be careful!" Ye Jingcheng still cautioned.

Although the Peachwood Demon seemed somewhat unreliable, after so many years, Ye Jingcheng knew its temperament well. It was not the sort to be overconfident.

Before Ye Jingcheng had finished speaking, a bolt of tribulation lightning had already descended from the thunderclouds overhead.

The bolt transformed into a heaven-cleaving lightning sword. Surprisingly, even the first strike manifested such a phenomenon, and it looked even more powerful than the Stone Spirit's tribulation.

At that moment, the Peachwood Demon swayed several times, and countless roots immediately surged up to meet it.

Innumerable roots exploded in the sky. Dazzling golden divine lightning and wood splinters surged into an ocean of spiritual light in an instant, cascading downward.

Yet more roots kept rising to meet it.

Just as Ye Jingcheng thought the stalemate would continue, an intensely scarlet root extended outward.

This root was exceptionally thick, with strange patterns covering its surface.

Boom!

The root entered the ocean of lightning, but instead of shattering, it began sucking it up at a terrifying rate, like an elephant drawing water into its trunk.

Countless streams of lightning entered the Peachwood Demon's body just like that.

Its aura began to fluctuate,