This apocalyptic heavenly tribulation thunderstorm lasted for a full hour.
"The ninety-seventh Heavenly Thunder Fire..."
"The ninety-eighth Heavenly Thunder Fire..."
Lin Mo's face was pale, with a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, yet his eyes were fixed on the Xuanyuan Sword before him.
"The ninety-ninth Heavenly Thunder Fire!"
Rumble!
The entire thundercloud in the sky began to frantically writhe, followed by the roars of beasts emanating from within. Lin Mo furrowed his sword eyebrows as he stared at the swirling vortex of thunderclouds, his gaze growing more solemn.
Rumble!
The last thunder appeared, like a peerless wild beast outlined by thunder and Heavenly Fire. As it emerged, it roared, and the space seemed on the verge of shattering, then it dived down with an unparalleled oppressive momentum, as if aiming to destroy the entire Xuanyuan Sword.
Lin Mo hurriedly focused his mind, and primordial power surged throughout his body.
