After eighteen arcs of tribulation thunder had passed, Ning Cheng finally took a breath. However, this was only a brief respite of a few breaths before densely packed arcs of tribulation thunder descended once again.
As another eighteen arcs of thunder fell, Ning Cheng struggled to control the shadow of the cyan Thunder City, with his Divine Sense starting to tear with pain. The more arcs of thunder absorbed by the Cyan Thunder City, the more difficult it became for him to control.
But Ning Cheng was very clear in his mind that once the shadow of the Wuji Cyan Thunder City disappeared, he would be completely done for. Without the shadow of the Cyan Thunder City, under such a terrifying thunder tribulation, he would be nothing, torn to shreds in an instant.
"Puff," a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out, and Ning Cheng felt his Divine Sense starting to crack. Even though he was running his Embrace Yang Divine Technique like mad, it was still somewhat untenable.
