No longer is there anything atop King Qianshe's head to deflect; next, it will be his very being that faces the Tribulation Thunder!
"The ninth strike, fall!"
Seeing King Qianshe below with a look of horror, Zhou Xun softly uttered four words!
A purple Divine Thunder, as thick as a barrel, descended from the heavens, containing such terrifying energy that it seemed ready to tear the entire world apart.
Before the Tribulation Thunder even touched him, its string-like thunder lights were already like countless sharp blades, causing stinging pain on King Qianshe's body surface,
He couldn't help but widen his eyes, filled with despair and fear,
He desperately mobilized the remaining ghost qi within him, attempting one last resistance, but in the face of this absolute power of the Tribulation Thunder, all his struggles appeared so insignificant.
