Chương 705: The World’s First Scripture

Chu Feng looked like a dead tree in the lightning. He really was in somewhat of a miserable state. His body, including his face, was burnt black. When he opened his mouth, he spat out lightning. As for the surface of his body, electricity incessantly sparked in the areas that split open.

Normally, he ought to be a dead man. His vitality was seriously damaged, and from the looks of it, he wouldn't be able to survive.

At this moment, the lightning in the sky was reaching its end and was gradually disappearing. His dim eyes immediately lit up like raging golden torches.

He knew he could withstand it. This heavenly tribulation was different from before. Its might was too great and it practically left one no way to survive. He guessed that under normal circumstances, those at the transformation realm would die and their bodies and souls would perish in their entirety.