บท 820: Just Throw All Your Remaining Tribulations At Me!

"Holy crap!"

"Are you insane?"

"Stay away!"

"Oh, no, run or all of us will die here!"

All at once, the soldiers of the Heaven Orc Tribe were thrown into a state of great panic. The attack formation, which had been marching forward courageously with high morale, was all of a sudden at sixes and sevens.

The Heavenly Tribulation brought here by Xu Que crushed the Orc soldiers' fighting wills immediately. This was the Ancient Catastrophe. The golden lightning was powerful enough to intimidate and kill anyone here. Even the cultivators at the Crossing Calamity Stage or the Great Vehicle Stage didn't dare to come any closer.

Because once they were close, they would have to cross the Heavenly Tribulation according to their current level again! And the Heavenly Tribulation had reached the level of the Ancient Catastrophe!