The Tribulation still raged on. Fierce bolts of lightning continually struck the treetops, erupting with massive bursts of energy.
The Golden-Crested Giant Centipede bore the brunt of the attack, absorbing the majority of the Tribulation lightning's force. However, the residual power did not dissipate; instead, it surged down the trunk into the ground, sending shockwave-like pulses ceaselessly toward the protective barrier where we stood.
Facing these relentless shockwaves, Zhu Lei and I were holding up relatively well. Monk Bianji, on the other hand, was as pale as gold foil, his eyes hazy and vacant, clearly pushed to his absolute limit.
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