Four hundred seventy-four, Competition (7)

A lightning bolt as slender as a chopstick descended and struck the completely unguarded Luo Shu, visibly causing her great pain.

"How can this go on? Without any protection, she'll definitely not withstand the end of the Thunder Tribulation."

"But now we simply can't get close, what should we do?"

"It seems we don't need to do anything, she's definitely not going to make it through this Thunder Tribulation."

"I didn't expect such an unparalleled genius to fall under these circumstances."

"To witness the fall of a genius with our own eyes is a fortune, isn't it?"

Mo Qingli's brows were tightly furrowed, his heart filled with urgency. He didn't want to watch Luo Shu fall like this, but during the Heavenly Tribulation, no one could come close.

"Crash!" With a loud noise, the second strike of the Heavenly Tribulation came down.

"What to do? What to do? How can Luo Shu withstand this?"

"I wonder how many strikes of the Heavenly Tribulation she can endure?"