Lightning descended upon the earth like intense rain.
The ground shook intensely, completely baptized by the Tribulation Lightning.
The projection of Huang Quan was struck by hundreds of bolts of Tribulation Lightning, unable to manifest itself any longer, it quickly vanished from the current world and gradually faded into the void of space.
Only the Qilin remained, still enduring the onslaught of Tribulation Lightning.
It constantly moved around, sometimes barely managing to avoid a bolt of lightning, other times struck by several bolts at once. Unable to endure for too long, it had no choice but to roar towards the sky.
「 Battle maniacs of the Samsara, Asura of wickedness, heed the call of Heaven and come to my aid! 」
The Qilin called out.
A transparent figure quickly manifested while descending from above.
