The thunder tribulation rumbled down, its lightning flashing across hundreds of kilometers, blinding any gaze or Divine Sense that tried to perceive it.
Even a host of Golden Pill Monks gathered here would be turned to ashes, leaving hardly anything behind.
Jiang Ding silently watched the warship in the sky, bathing in the thunder of the heavenly tribulation.
From time to time, a streak of azure-purple lightning tore through space and struck the deck of the super warship, breaking through the lightning seal of the Ten Thousand Magnetic Thunder Cloud Formation, blasting a hole tens of meters wide in the deck, melting the steel and severing pipelines, revealing the hangar below.
The warship's repair program initiated, with countless reserves of liquid gold Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasures surging towards the breach to fill it, solidifying and restoring it, the shattered deck hole instantly mending itself.
