"Boom!"
The thunder roared from the sky, initially sounding like distant raindrops, like countless soybeans falling on a rain shelter. In an instant, it was right in front of them, crackling like a series of firecrackers, rolling thunder crashing down fiercely.
The visible thunder light rained down, dispersing the red clouds and blood clouds that covered the Sky Dome, breaking them apart, disintegrating them with visible speed, retreating like a receding tide, shrinking like cotton candy, gathering around the top of the Divine Sect Headquarters, desperately resisting the overwhelming Shenxiao lightning from the nine heavens, as if crossing the tribulation.
Well, isn't this crossing the tribulation. The Mystic Sect, it's the tribulation of the Mortal World, and if this tribulation isn't endured today, the entire city will perish.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
