Wanqing's divine soul had just flown in when the pitch-dark clouds immediately lit up.
Lines of lightning snakes frolicked and surged, forming huge waves of thunder that struck down like a blanket from the sky!
Having experienced it himself, Lu Li was well aware of its power and couldn't help but feel tense.
But then he noticed something was off—why was the thunder both fast and slow? The finer bolts led the charge, followed closely by the thicker ones?
A divine soul has a strong attraction to thunder, pulling all the lightning down together to erupt at once, and that is the greatest crisis of the Heavenly Tribulation.
But now, with the strength gradually increasing from weak to strong, leaving time to adjust, wasn't this like a mentor feeding moves to his disciple?
"Right! Wanqing is the Four Spirits Vermilion Bird, the will of Heaven and Earth will naturally take extra care, leaving a sliver of hope for survival!"
