Above the transparent ceiling, the tribulation clouds roiled like a pot of boiling ink as it became a maelstrom of celestial fury. The air was so heavy that the very concept of breathing felt like a luxury for Lin Mo. Yet he remained stalwart.
In the second-floor lounge, which had been cleared of all other patrons, Xiaoyu and Wu Meiyu had their eyes fixed on the lone figure in the arena through the floating window showing the scene within.
"This is..." Wu Meiyu whispered shakily, her usual regal composure cracking under the weight of the heavenly pressure. "This doesn't feel like a Minor Tribulation. It feels like who's about to integrate a Law. The pressure is at least five times what I experienced."
