The despair of the people was palpable.
After the nineteenth thunder strike,
the dark clouds above the firmament did not dissipate.
Thunder of various colors converged from all directions in the hole, continuing to surge.
The spreading power of the thunder was even more terrifying, more agitated and restless, twisting and deforming the Void.
"Could it be... Could it be the Thunder Tribulation isn't over yet?!"
"How can this be... How many heavenly thunders must Brother Bardon Bard cross?!"
"Is Brother Bardon Bard really going to cross the Thirty-Nine Thunder Tribulations?!"
"In the past, only Brother Yeager underwent the Thirty-Nine Thunder Tribulations, and he nearly lost his life. How can Brother Bardon Bard possibly get through?!"
People gazed blankly at the distant sky, feeling their scalps go numb and their bodies tremble.
They had thought that Bardon Bard only needed to cross the nineteenth heavenly thunder, but to their surprise, the twentieth had come!
