After two rounds of lightning tribulation, her body had already started to experience significant overload.
Just at that moment, the sky seemed to have suddenly come to a standstill, as if everything around had fallen into a brief moment of suspension.
And in her ear, a voice came through, a familiar voice.
"Ten..."
It was Tang San's voice, and she instinctively looked towards Tang San.
"Nine..." As she set eyes on Tang San, he had already spoken the second number. And at that moment, Pretty Girl saw above Tang San's head a glittering ball of light with seven-colored brilliance, emitting a strange radiance. A unique wave surged upward, making everything around seem momentarily still.
As the master of space, she even felt that it wasn't the thunder tribulation that had stopped, but rather herself who seemed to be enveloped inside a special space, temporarily isolated from the tribulation.
"Eight..." Tang San's voice rose once more.
