Father had said countless times, he should always have a backup plan to deal with emergencies. Yet, this boy always ignored the advice, making Wang Zong'an feel the urge to break his legs.
As they spoke, the sky grew darker and darker.
From within the tribulation clouds, bolts of lightning gathered, and the rolling thunder grew stronger and more intense.
An immense pressure filled the sky as if it was pressing downwards, intending to crush the humans below into pulp.
The people aboard the Ironclad Warship unconsciously tensed, no longer in the mood to speak.
Suddenly,
a flash of light burst from the tribulation clouds, and the ultimate tribulation lightning ripped through the sky, striking down fiercely.
The light was blinding.
Like a blade slicing through the darkness, sharp and unstoppable, it carried a devastating force that seemed to tear through space.