The winds howled, and the cold air was harsh.
Chu Liuyue raised her hand and slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of her mouth—it was bright red.
Actually, the current her was covered in bloodstains. No matter how she wiped, she couldn't wipe herself clean. However, she didn't care.
She took a deep breath in. When the bone-etching pain gradually turned numb, she then looked up.
The black clouds oppressed the city. The sky was dark as if someone had spilled ink all over the clouds, and it spread across bit by bit.
It was suffocating. Now, only a bright golden glow was left inside that absorbed all the light.
That bolt of lightning was also her Heavenly Tribulation. Its size and structure were no different from the lightning bolts Chu Liuyue saw that day, but its color was golden and… The aura and suppression were the strongest she had ever seen in her life—not one of the strongest!