For a brief moment, even the clansmen who were watching the Heavenly Tribulation from afar felt as if several years had passed, so lengthy had it seemed.
Even when the lightning that had nearly illuminated the central area dissipated, these clansmen were still immersed in the unprecedented shock brought by the Heavenly Tribulation.
At this time, on the small summit where Ye Pinghai was, one's naked eye could no longer clearly make out anything.
The surroundings were only filled with a large amount of ash that had disintegrated into dust and the occasional flickering of residual sparks.
A clear and piercing cry rang out from that hazy area, causing the spreading smoke and sparks to shake and scatter, revealing a man with tattered clothes, his body covered in blood.
That cry vibrated through the land, a complete release of an unyielding, indomitable, and unresigned will.
