A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 4702

In Allardland, there was an abundance of cultivators, and every day, a large number of them were advancing in their cultivation.

Cedric quickly gathered over a hundred people. These individuals varied in their abilities, but they were all on the brink of a breakthrough in their respective levels.

Cedric gathered these people on a hilltop, far away from the imperial city.

If even one person among them lost control, and the lightning tribulation ensued, it would spell trouble.

After all, such an act had never been witnessed in the Ethereal Realm before, where hundreds of people simultaneously summoned the lightning tribulation.

“Mr. Chance, brace yourself. Once you're ready, I'll signal them to advance and trigger the lightning tribulation!” Cedric said to Jared.

Jared nodded, casually sketching out a series of array runes, then proceeded to envelop the entire mountain within them.

No matter what level one was at, their most vulnerable moment would be the tribulation.

If an enemy were to show up at this moment, it would spell trouble.

“Let's begin...” Jared exclaimed.

Cedric then turned toward the hundreds of cultivators and said, “Begin...”

As Cedric's words trailed off, the sky was suddenly filled with tribulation clouds.

The lightning tribulation clouds relentlessly accumulated, eventually turning the entire sky pitch black.

Only within those lightning tribulation clouds, streaks of lightning danced like pythons, each thunderclap resonating across the horizon.

The sight before them was akin to the apocalypse, causing Cedric and Bernard to worry.

“Mr. Chance, is... is this okay? Wouldn't it be too risky?” Cedric asked.

“No problem, you all might want to keep a good distance...”

With a thunderous rumble, countless streaks of lightning relentlessly struck Jared, without a moment's respite.

Fifty kilometers away, Cedric and Bernard were anxiously watching the scene unfold. They were uncertain if Jared could withstand it.

Meanwhile, five hundred kilometers away from Allardland, in the void, three figures quietly emerged. Their gazes pierced through the layers of mist, staring intently at the distant Allardland, their faces brimming with excitement they could hardly conceal.

The leader was a handsome man, dressed in a splendid brocade robe. The intricate patterns of dragons and phoenixes embroidered on it highlighted his noble status.

His face was as handsome as a perfectly sculpted emerald, his eyes shone like the brightest stars. A playful smile hung on the corners of his lips as if he had everything under control.

On his left, there was a burly man, wielding a colossal meteor hammer.

This meteor hammer weighed a massive ton, with several chains coiled around its body, glinting with a cold light as if it could effortlessly tear through space. His entire body was rippling with muscles, demonstrating immense strength. It was clear at a glance that he was a powerhouse who relied on brute force.

To his right stood a lean man with piercing eyes, clutching a fiery red spear. The spear, blood-red as flames, seemed to hold a raging fire within its tip, capable of incinerating everything in its path.