Five extremely violent Thunder Dragons descended from the clouds in succession.
Like chopping wood.
Each time, Zhao Yi was struck, he screamed wildly.
Of course, that's all there was to it.
Zhao Yi took five Tribulation Thunders in a row, and not only wasn't he struck dead, but his momentum was growing stronger, his voice booming louder with each scream.
After five Tribulation Thunders, the Thunder Dragon's disturbance dwindled, and the sky gradually brightened.
Zhao Yi was still lying on the ground, writhing like an eel, pretending to be on his last breath, as if his days were numbered.
But his acting wasn't convincing, instead of looking on his last breath, he seemed full of life and energy.
If Zhao Yi was truly on his last breath, perhaps the Thunder Dragon wouldn't be so angry.
It had unleashed so many Tribulation Thunders, and instead of being harmed, Zhao Yi was still deliberately provoking it.
Hence, the next five Tribulation Thunders were fiercer one after another.
