Ye Fan jumped down from the ten-thousand-zhang Jade Platform, chasing after those people and bringing with him a sea of thunder. Anyone who saw it grew dizzy, and everyone fled in panic.
The Heavenly Tribulation was like an ocean, vast and boundless, with lightning flashing, stirring the Nine Heavens, and engulfing the earth. It was terrifying beyond measure. Wherever it passed, soil and rocks were scorched, mountain peaks collapsed, the sound shook the skies, and eardrums felt as if they would burst.
It was an apocalyptic scene: a boundless, endless expanse. The Thunder Sea swept across everything, leaving nothing in its wake.
Wherever Ye Fan passed, the land quickly turned to scorched earth, all life extinguished, nothing left behind.
This space suppressed divine energy, making it difficult to maneuver. Even so, he barely touched the ground, flying as he quickly pursued the Divine Thought while countless rays of lightning poured down.
