There are dark clouds, lightning and thunder, and someone is going through a disaster in the Warcraft Mountains. Lan Lan looked ahead calmly, staring at the person who had overcome the tribulation with hatred. Taking a deep breath, he rushed into the calamity cloud without hesitation.
"Lan Lan, you're crazy." Lan Xin cried weakly.
"Lan Xin, if you want to escape the tribulation and ascend to the dream, even if you have worked hard for hundreds of years, your soul will be wiped out. I want you to die." Lan Lan released his magic weapon to attack Lan Xin, who was unable to move.
"It's ridiculous. Since you don't want to live anymore, just die with me." The purple calamity cloud became more sinister due to the pressure of the two Mahayana periods.
After the calamity cloud passed, the surrounding mountains were bare, and it looked like no one had ever appeared.