The World-Ending Heavenly Calamity was terrifying in its power.
Yet, it could not injure Ye Feng at all; instead, it became the nourishment that strengthened his flesh body strength and Divine Spirit Force.
Ye Feng bathed in the boundless thunder light.
Every single strand of his hair surged with a golden glow, making his entire being resemble a radiant Divine Spirit.
That magnificent and boundless presence swept across all eight desolates.
All the cultivators paying attention to this tribulation were deeply shaken, realizing the vast gap between themselves and Ye Feng.
It was a qualitative difference!
Like a chasm, difficult to cross!
"What a strong presence!"
"Is this really the strength a One-Turn Quasi-Saint should have?"
"If you told me he was a Second Turn or even a Third Turn Quasi-Saint, I wouldn't have any doubts."
The cultivators from various forces were inwardly shocked.
Within the Tribulation Cloud.