In the sky, Mo Wangchen wiped away the remnants of blood from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes were icy cold as he stared directly at the Saint Venerable Tribulation above his head.
Suddenly, the space before him slightly fluctuated, and the next moment, the Sun-Shooting Divine Bow appeared in his hands.
Hum, hum, hum!
The Divine Bow was drawn to a full crescent, Spiritual Power condensed into an arrow, the aura of greatness constantly surged around his body, and behind him, the blood-red cape, its blood long since dried, now fluttered in the wind, giving him an ethereal quality, as if he were a Divine Spirit from ancient times.
Hiss!
Under the gaze of everyone present, the arrow pierced through the air, where the aura of greatness churned ceaselessly—this one arrow seemed capable of piercing through the Heavenly Vault.
Eventually, the arrow exploded, the terrifying energy fluctuation repelled the descending Heavenly Tribulation somewhat.
