The heavens above darkened once more. A deep, guttural rumble echoed through the void as if the very fabric of void was bracing itself for what was to come. The second trial had been formidable, but it seemed the heavens were not yet satisfied.
A faint hum resonated in the distance, growing louder and more intense until the sky split open like a fractured mirror. From the fissure emerged a bolt of crimson lightning, its hue darker than blood, its energy suffused with malice and intent. Unlike the earlier trials, this lightning carried no mere destructive force—it pulsed with something far more sinister: the will to annihilate.
"This... is different." Liang eyes narrowed slightly, he could feel something different about this incoming tribulation unlike the previous two.
The crimson lightning coalesced into a massive, writhing mass that twisted and contorted before finally taking shape—a colossal hand made entirely of red lightning. Each finger stretched longer than mountains.
