Intense sounds erupted continuously at the junction of the heavenly thunder and the sea of lightning. The vast sea of lightning above Feng Yan's head became a defensive shield protecting him as he passed through the ninth heavenly tribulation.
At the point where that mighty heavenly thunder struck, a large amount of lightning in the sea of thunder was continuously evaporated, canceling out the power of that heavenly thunder.
As the lightning continued to bombard him, the sea of lightning above Feng Yan's head also continuously absorbed the surrounding lightning elements to power himself.
Perhaps due to the overwhelming concentration of lightning elements surrounding the heavenly tribulation, the vast ocean of lightning above Feng Yan's head absorbed these elements at an alarming rate.
The first bolt of lightning that struck did not weaken the sea of lightning much; on the contrary, the sea of lightning grew even larger than before because it absorbed too much lightning element.
As time passed and its power gradually diminished, the first bolt of heavenly lightning began to weaken and soon dissipated over the sea of lightning.
After the first bolt of lightning dissipated, the sea of lightning above Feng Yan's head actually doubled in size compared to when it first condensed.
"Is this the strength of the Feather Clan High Priest Feng Yan? Faced with such a super strong person who is beyond our imagination, do we beastmen really still have any hope?"
Gazing at the breathtaking scene in the sky, a pale-faced orc warrior spoke with a hint of despair.
"Yes! Is the High Priest of the Feathered Clan, Feng Yan, really someone we can defeat?"
"Faced with such a super strong opponent, do we orcs really have any hope of defeating him?"
Looking up at the astonishing sea of lightning in the sky, which, if it were to fall upon the territory of the orcs, would be enough to severely damage the entire orc race in an instant.
The orc warriors were all deathly pale, their hearts filled with a profound sense of despair.
In this situation, the orc leader stepped forward again, encouraging several of the orc warriors.
"As long as we orcs unite and don't give up, we will always have a glimmer of hope to surpass the winged race!"
"If we give up so easily, then we won't even have this sliver of a chance. We can only let our sons die in despair while being oppressed by the Feather Clan."
"Are you willing to let your wives, daughters, and people suffer the oppression of the Feathered Clan forever? Answer me!"
After setting up a barrier around the area to isolate everything inside, the orc leader roared at his companions.
"No! We don't want to!"
"Yes! Old Niu is right! As long as those damned birdmen dare to lay a hand on our orc race, I'll risk my life to tear their wings apart!"
The tiger-man expert who had previously suggested stopping Feng Yan from passing the ninth heavenly tribulation shouted with a ferocious expression.
"Exactly! No matter what enemy we face, the warriors of our Bear Clan are fearless!"
"Haha! Old Bear, your Bear Clan warriors are fearless, but our Werewolf Clan warriors are no pushovers either!"
"Exactly! If those birdmen dare to lay a hand on us orcs, we'll tear their wings off! Who's afraid of who!"
"..."
Looking at the orc warriors who had regained their strength, the leading orc warrior finally showed a hint of relief on his face.
He nodded and said, "Yes, that's right. The Feather Clan's High Priest Feng Yan is indeed very powerful, but Feng Yan's individual strength is beyond our ability to defeat, which does not mean that the entire Feather Clan is so powerful."
"If you really push us too far, our orc warriors are not to be trifled with. If a fight breaks out, even with High Priest Feng Yan of the Feathered Clan present, we will let those bird-men of the Feathered Clan know that we orcs are not easy to chew!"
Although his impassioned words inspired all the orc warriors present, the orc leader still felt a heavy weight in his heart.
The scene he witnessed today, with the overwhelming power emanating from the Feather Clan High Priest Feng Yan, which even the Beastmen could not overcome, still stirred a sense of despair within him.
On the other hand, unlike the orc warriors who were burdened with heavy hearts, the winged warriors, after witnessing Feng Yan's incredible strength, were quite different.
Their initial anxiety and extreme tension gradually subsided, and they regained confidence in Feng Yan.
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Chapter Seventy-Eight Divine Power
"The High Priest's strength has actually grown to this extent? Truly, the heavens are blessing our Feather Clan!"
A powerful member of the Feather Clan gazed at the breathtaking scene in the sky and murmured to himself in a daze.
"If the High Priest successfully overcomes this ninth tribulation, then my Feather Clan will become one of the top powers on the Tianyuan Continent."
Another powerful member of the Feather Clan continued the conversation.
"Hmph! Once the High Priest survives the Ninth Heavenly Tribulation, we can increase the pressure on the orcs. I've had enough of those beasts running on the ground!"
"Indeed, the orcs have shed the blood of countless people of my winged race in the past, and it is time for them to pay the price."
Having witnessed Feng Yan's formidable strength, the powerful members of the Feather Clan were convinced that Feng Yan would successfully overcome the ninth heavenly tribulation.
Unlike the increasingly optimistic attitude of the powerful members of the Feather Clan, Feng Yan in the sky above had become increasingly solemn.
After the first bolt of lightning dissipated, and after a long period of condensation, the sea of lightning above Feng Yan's head is now nearly 100,000 meters thick.
Moreover, the sky above the core area centered on the Feather Clan's sacred mountain within the Feather Clan's territory has been completely obscured by this vast ocean of lightning.
This vast ocean of lightning continues to gather the incredibly dense lightning element from the surrounding area, causing its size to expand steadily and rapidly.
Just then, Feng Yan suddenly looked up at the sky above the sea of thunder.
Feng Yan had already sensed that the second wave of heavenly lightning was about to descend.
Above the sea of thunder, within the massive tribulation clouds, streaks of lightning began to converge, radiating astonishing power.
Suddenly, a blinding light flashed through the boundless clouds, and a bolt of lightning, even more powerful than the first, struck down into the sea of thunder below.
If the first bolt of lightning was only about half the diameter of the Feather Clan's sacred mountain, then this bolt of lightning has a diameter exceeding that of the Feather Clan's sacred mountain.