"The Samadhi True Flame is truly terrifying, it can actually withstand the Celestial Phenomenon?" Huang Sanlang murmured softly.
At this moment, he finally witnessed the terrifying aspect of Zhang Fan.
On that day, in Yellow Skin Cave, if Zhang Fan had used this technique, afraid that, except for the Ancestor, not a single Yellow-skinned Rat in that cave would have survived.
"The Thunder Essence Dharma Assembly is not yet to this extent," Yu Xuanji intoned solemnly.
At this very moment, everyone halted; they knew the showdown between Zhang Fan and Li Changgeng was the true crux—life and death on the scales, fate tipping in an instant.
Rumble—
Indeed, scarcely had the words fallen when, above in the firmament, arcs of electricity weaving through the clouds began to slowly converge, morphing into ethereal figures. Robes billowing, immortal radiance intertwining, their presence soared to the Ninth Heaven, as if ascending to attend the Thunder Essence Dharma Assembly.
