Over twenty thousand people found themselves within the scope of the world-ending divine punishment.
Seeing the raging thunderous power in the sky, fright was plastered across everyone's faces.
A disdainful cat lay on its side, waving its hand, and said, "No need to be so tense, Yang Xiaozi will sort it out."
Nine Dragons Saint wore a grave expression and shook his head, "This time it's different!"
Mei Wuhua nodded and said, "Yes, it's different this time. Previously, it was always the Saint himself who faced the tribulation, while we watched from the sidelines. This time, the world-ending divine punishment has enveloped the entire Tri-Floral Sanctuary. If anything goes wrong, we could all be destroyed by it!"
Emperor Aotian let out a cold snort and said, "Has this youngster always been so willful?"
"Willful?"
The disdainful cat's eyes widened as it glanced at Emperor Aotian and asked, "What do you mean by that?"
