The might of the heavens is brilliant.

The heavenly light was extinguished, and the Tribulation clouds continued to spread.

Purple and green lightning slithered around like a Python, brewing up tribulation lightning. Muffled rumbling sounds could be heard.

All the lightning locked onto Qiao ciguang from a distance. The snakes and insects around his body avoided him, and no one could approach him.

Qiao ciguang's robes and long hair fluttered in the wind. His aura grew stronger and stronger, and his entire person was like a sharp sword that was slowly unsheathed, gradually revealing its edge.

However, she was not feeling well at the moment.

In his mind, absurd, depraved, and almost dispirited thoughts kept appearing one after another.