The battlefield was empty.
All that was left was the white-robed figure standing in the air.
He raised his head and looked at the sky with an imposing aura.
Around him, there were eight true dragons and twelve ancestral sorcerers.
Soon, dark clouds rolled over and covered the sky. In the dark clouds, there were flashes of lightning.
A deep, murderous aura spread out.
The air in the area seemed to have frozen.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A moment later, a muffled Thunder exploded, shaking the entire area.
The dark clouds had already turned into thunderclouds, and lightning was surging, gradually forming a vortex.
The whirlpool gradually expanded, and the lightning inside became more and more intense, turning into a sea of lightning.
"This is ...?"
At this moment, on the battlefield closest to them, both sides of the battle sensed the change in the world.
"It's the lightning tribulation. Why is there someone undergoing the Tribulation at this time?"
