Boom!
After a deafening sound, the colorful thunder tribulation struck the place where Jun Xiaoyao stood.
In an instant, the seven-colored lightning spread out, filling the surroundings with crackling sounds.
Jiang Luoli's mind was in turmoil, and she felt as if she had turned to wood, unable to move her delicate body.
"Is he dead?" murmured the talented individuals around her.
Ji Qingyi and the others also fixed their gazes on the top of the altar.
Logically speaking, Jun Xiaoyao should have had no chance of withstanding the colorful thunder tribulation.
As the lightning dissipated, everyone's gaze froze at the same moment.
Their faces were filled with shock.
Because Jun Xiaoyao was unharmed!
The reason he was unharmed was that a tall and heroic figure stood in front of him.
With black hair cascading to his feet, the figure exuded an aura as deep as a chasm and as fierce as a demon.
It was the Fallen Sacred Body!