Who the hell would meddle in someone else's disaster for no reason?
These were Glass's original words,
And indeed, someone did!
That was Han Yu's later comment.
The purple tribulation thunder that was about to strike split into two in mid-air, heading toward both of them.
"Purple Sky Tribulation Thunder!"
Ling Wuce looked up at the incoming lightning, his hand trembling involuntarily.
What kind of trick is this?
"The kind that can kill a Transcendent,"
Glass hid in the fog, making his expression unclear, and answered briefly.
Oh my gosh!
Does the tribulation thunder not intend to let anyone live?
As the Purple Sky Tribulation Thunder descended, Han Yu suddenly felt a sense of illusion, the scene before him blurred, and when he could see clearly again, he found himself in a different location.
