The flames rose like fierce waves and stormy tides. Without seeing Han Yu take any action, with just a point of his finger, a force surged skyward.
The sea of fire extended directly upward, meeting the dark and sunless dome, colliding violently with the purple tribulation thunder, and suddenly both sides were entangled.
Thousands of tribulation thunders seemed to find an outlet, all converging at that moment.
This scene made the people of the Central Continent tremble with terror.
"What's he doing? Why provoke the tribulation thunder?"
"It must be a test, trying to gauge his own power!"
Mu Zili gazed at the horizon thoughtfully, already having some speculation in his heart.
There are no cultivators left here who can rival him, or rather, cultivators in the world who can rival him are now few.
Only this endless tribulation thunder, a special force that can continuously escalate levels, can match him.
