Before the Thunder Knight could react, the Destruction Spear pierced through his chest.
A split second later—it detonated.
A blinding, concussive blast erupted in the sky—a miniature cataclysm, suspended between heaven and earth. The shockwave rolled across the clouds and down toward the ground, sending windstorms across the horizon and shaking the Void Fleet's warships in orbit.
And as the light faded, the form of the Thunder Knight began to disintegrate—his armor cracking, his limbs fading, and his presence dissolving like smoke under sunlight.
William sat motionless, still hovering in the air. His breathing was calm. His cultivation still cycling.
He had endured yet another divine onslaught.
And the tribulation… still wasn't over.
