Gradually, cracks began to appear on the dharma instrument from the Heavenly Realm. Although the cracks were tiny, they sent shivers down Zhao Qing's spine.
He knew very well that if this continued, he would not be able to hold on for long.
He wanted to ask that maniac how he was able to withstand such a ferocious Heavenly Tribulation and still manage to bounce around here and there so energetically.
However, he had no chance at all. The terrifying thunder of the Heavenly Tribulation was constantly crashing down on his protection barrier. Even if he wanted to move a little, it was nearly impossible, let alone to run away.
The only thing he could do now was to endure and survive this Heavenly Tribulation. Otherwise, his death was certain.
