"Boom boom boom boom..."
The dark clouds transformed into a gigantic vortex, and orange thunder poured down from the vortex like the mighty Yangtze River.
Completely engulfing Zhang Bin.
The momentum was truly terrifying.
Many disciples were frightened.
"Zhang Bin, my brother, you must hold on."
Yun Feiyang and Wu Pan both shouted anxiously in their hearts.
"It's over, Zhang Bin might fall. With such powerful Third-Level Thunderbolts, how can he possibly withstand them? He's only cultivated to the Golden Core Mid-Stage."
Lin Youlan's face was filled with terror and anxiety.
Even Lord Specter and Elder Ling Tian had worry written on their faces.
"Dying well, dying wonderfully, dying gloriously."
However, there was someone who was particularly excited, with schadenfreude written all over his face, wishing for Zhang Bin to be instantly killed by the Heavenly Tribulation.
Undoubtedly, this person was Snake Youdu.
