It's hard to imagine.
A celestial tribulation that even a true seventh-level powerhouse cannot confidently overcome, yet a cultivator who hasn't truly entered the seventh level managing to withstand such terrifying power.
Moreover.
If such a cultivator truly succeeds in the tribulation crossing, what incredible strength they would wield.
Time slowly passes by.
As the last bolt of lightning descends, an overwhelming blood qi power erupts from the sea of thunder, sweeping across the four directions, dispersing the tribulation clouds in the void above completely.
"Boom—"
Blood qi sweeps across the starry sky.
Zhang Ming's imposing figure stands in the void, veins bulging like coiled dragons, each muscle sturdy and intimidating, seemingly containing explosive strength.
Then.
With a thought, Zhang Ming summoned a new set of clothes onto himself, covering everything.
At this moment.
Someone approaches through the air.
