The celestial tribulation abruptly stopped, and the oppressive dark clouds had yet to disperse.
A man stood calmly in the void.
His eyes were closed, and both hands rested peacefully at his sides.
The sheathed Star Night clung tightly to his side, occasionally emitting a buzzing sword hum.
Once the heavenly might ceased, the previously disappeared wind reappeared, transforming into a powerful gale.
Woo woo woo...
The sound was as if lamenting the fate of the thunder tribulation.
The hem of his blue robe fluttered with the wind as the man standing in mid-air seemed to feel the gusts and slowly opened his eyes, asking in a deep voice:
"Are you the one who wants to kill us all?"
Hua Sheng's body trembled incessantly.
Though both were at the Foundation Establishment Stage, he had just entered it. How could Yang Yan exert such immense pressure on him?!
"Yang,"
"Ancestor!"
"The Ancestor has attained Perfect Foundation Establishment! Perfect Foundation Establishment!!"
