The sky over Monkey Valley was now black, but the ground, in stark contrast, was a vast expanse of white.
Two pillars of lightning and fire, pulsing with immense and unrivaled power, pressed down on the towering Giant Snake, forcing its head down. Though a fifty-meter behemoth, it now resembled a pitiful paper boat on the high seas, desperately trying to stay afloat.
In the face of a world-ending Celestial Tribulation, even a Dragon would be forced to coil in submission.
If it wanted you dead, you would die.
Tu Xiao'an was in a terrible state. 'Fucking hell,' he thought, 'why is my Celestial Tribulation as difficult as the journey to the Western Heaven?'
'If every Spirit Monster's tribulation was this difficult, I'm sure there wouldn't be a single Rank Three Demon Spirit in the entire world.'
