Chapitre 865: 244

The skies above the ancient ruins were filled with innumerable bolts of lightning that crazily descended, bathing the entire world in a purple hue.

Majestic mountains, under the relentless pounding of unparalleled thunderous force, were blasted apart peak by peak; rivers boiled, their waters evaporated; the earth collapsed unstoppably.

One by one, the Golden Core Stage Masters who entered this place fell to the ground under the strikes of lightning.

And it was far from over.

Lightning continued to fall, and within the void, amidst clusters of tribulation clouds, streaks of flame were also shot out.

The sky was ablaze, forming a continuous sheet of fire. Even after passing through the light screen and descending into the ruins, it poured down like a sea of fire, enveloping the entire site.

Suddenly, the temperature of the whole ruins soared even more. The scorching air seemed as if it would completely incinerate the whole world, reducing it to ashes.