The world was a vast expanse of white, deafening. Silver snakes danced wildly; lightning was everywhere, like a great ocean, its power incomparably more overwhelming than before.
At this moment, Yan Yunluan felt like crying. Who on earth is undergoing the Heavenly Tribulation? Why is everything reversed, making me a mere foil, accompanying Ye Fan through this Heavenly Punishment?
CRACK!
Great Dragons crossed the sky—not just one, but thousands. Each bolt of lightning was as thick as a mountain range, dancing wildly in the void, indistinguishable from a Great Dragon.
At this moment, Ye Fan sat cross-legged in the void, submerged in the Thunder Sea. He was combating the Heavenly Tribulation while also capturing the Dao Marks within the roiling thunder, actually achieving Enlightenment!
Yan Yunluan gritted his teeth, exerting all his strength to resist the Heavenly Tribulation. His entire body already bore many scorch marks; he was severely wounded.
SWISH!
