These words of Dao attestation seemed to have drifted in from beyond the heavens. One could not trace their source, yet they felt close at hand.
The sheer majesty contained within that voice utterly panicked the three Demon Children. They stood frozen where they were, staring blankly at the tribulation clouds overhead, their bodies beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
Boom!
Just as Yang Lingrui finished speaking, the tribulation clouds above responded to his declaration, sending down a pale, ghostly bolt of tribulation lightning.
This second bolt differed from the azure-blue lightning before it. Following the trails of green smoke that filled the sky, it wound its way downward.
Yet as it descended, the blinding lightning scattered apart without cease. Before its radiance could reach the ground, it had already vanished without a trace.
After the reversal they had just witnessed, the three Demon Children would not foolishly assume that this tribulation lightning had simply ended.
Though they were still incapable of speaking, they all knew in their hearts that this had to be connected to the vanished Yang Lingrui.
In this righteous prodigy from the Northwest frontier, they had already seen many things they had never witnessed before—or even dared to imagine.
This mysterious tribulation lightning he had summoned must naturally contain even deeper mysteries.
Crackle—
Crackle—
Amid the sound of surging lightning, their suspicions were swiftly confirmed.
Neither their Spiritual Sense nor their eyes could detect any sign of tribulation lightning, yet the power of the treasure protecting their lives was being rapidly worn away by an invisible force.
"This is the residual wave formed when space trembles."
The female cultivator of the demonic sect was no stranger to such matters. The moment she noticed this strange sign, she understood what was happening. "It's him. He's fighting that tribulation lightning