Time passed by slowly.
Ten days later.
Qingyao mountain.
The ink clouds surged, and the lightning tribulation rumbled.
The huge abyss spewed out smoke and dust that surged up into the sky.
The smell of sulfur mixed with a burnt smell spread in all directions.
In the sky above the abyss, PEI Ling's sleeves fluttered in the wind. His aura was like a famous blade that had been unsheathed after many days of cultivation, powerful and unparalleled.
In the distance, the Golden Crow spread its wings and hovered in the air. Its clear eyes were calm as it waited for a good opportunity.
PEI Ling suddenly opened his eyes. The blade intent around him was sharp and condensed.
BOOM!
A bolt of tribulation lightning struck down. The moment it touched his body, it was immediately absorbed, and his aura rose again.
Seeing that the demon Thearch was still standing guard not far away, PEI Ling was not surprised.