Chương 581: The Heaven sent child [7]

"Huff… Huff…"

Zhao Tian's chest heaved up and down as he hovered amidst the tempest's dying echoes.

Blood streamed down his battered body, dripping from deep wounds, soaking his tattered robes.

His once-bright blue eyes were hollow, their brilliance dimmed by exhaustion.

He stared upwards at the clearing sky, where the furious storm that had sought to obliterate him moments ago was now dissipating.

The oppressive power of the tribulation was fading, leaving only silence in its path.

The 10th degree of the Heavenly Tribulation had come to an end.

Zhao Tian raised his head slightly as he looked at the skies, now streaked with faint golden hues of energy dissipating into nothingness.

The sky seemed so far away, an endless emptiness that swallowed his senses and he blinked slowly, his vision blurring as fatigue clawed at the edges of his consciousness.