Nine heavenly tribulations, each more vicious than the last.
Lin Feng sat cross-legged high above the clouds, his spiritual energy completely depleted. His tribulation robes had long since been torn to shreds, exposing a body covered in scorch marks. When the eighth bolt struck, his life-bound magic treasure, the Firmament Mirror, shattered, leaving not even a scrap behind.
Now came the ninth.
The tribulation clouds churned like ink across the sky. Purple lightning gathered within them, like an ancient beast about to open its eyes. The oppressive force made the forests for a thousand miles tremble. Countless demonic beasts cowered on the ground, shaking with fear.
Lin Feng raised his head, the corners of his mouth twisting into a bitter smile.
