The thunderclouds in the sky became denser, connecting into one. They seemed to be able to destroy everything. Strong winds blew on the ground, making whooshing sounds.
A terrifying pressure fell from the sky. Zang Jian felt it for a moment and felt his heart palpitate. It was as if a cold light was piercing his back, and his mind rumbled. He had a faint premonition that the Heavenly Disaster would not be simple.
Of course, it was not simple. Ou Yangming had the bloodlines of the Dragons and the Phoenixes, after all. If the Heavenly Thunderbolts he would encounter were simple, then the disaster would be child's play if others wanted to survive it.
When Ou Yangming was an Advanced Spiritualist, he was able to force a Venerable One to defend with all his strength and even split open his hand.
How terrifying was the Heavenly Disaster for such a figure? Zang Jian did not dare to guess. Just thinking about it made his scalp go numb.
