Lightning Ball!

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

… . .

Muffled loud bangs sounded out very rhythmically.

The tempo was not fast, but each hit seemed to strike people on the chest, smashing them until they could not catch their breath.

More than a month had passed. This was already the ninth wave of apocalyptic tribulation!

"Ye Yuan this guy is really strong! Although he's our blood race's adversary, this guy is worthy of respect!"

"Being the number one divergent cultivator through the ages, this title really wasn't a boast! This ninth wave of apocalyptic tribulation, just looking at it, I feel goosebumps! He actually forcibly withstood it!"

"Only now do I know how impressive it was for that Mo Fan to be able to last until the seventh wave of apocalyptic tribulation!"

… . .

Without the slightest surprise, Ye Yuan broke the seventh wave record that Mo Fan made.