Qing Wan’s tribulation of metamorphosis had six layers in total.

Each layer of tribulation lightning contained a shockingly destructive aura, and each was far from ordinary. Ordinary phantasms most likely couldn’t survive even the first layer. Their souls would disperse, and that would be the end of them.

However, Qing Wan was extremely domineering. During the first five layers, she took the initiative to attack, and she never once dodged or shrunk back.

Now, as the final layer was about to descend upon her, Qing Wan cut a sorry figure, but her momentum hadn’t decreased in the slightest.

Su Yi pondered briefly, then ordered, “Yuan Heng, gather up the spoils.” 

Yuan Heng hurriedly nodded his agreement and rushed off.

Then, Su Yi glanced at Ling Yunhe and Qing Ya. “The curtains shall soon fall on this tribulation. For now, please step aside.”

Qing Ya was dazed, but before she could think things through, Ling Yunhe had already dragged her away.

Rumble!

Tribulation lightning flashed overhead, shocking the world. It was like an arc tearing through the skies, and when it descended upon Qing Wan’s graceful figure, it instantly enveloped her.

A closer look revealed dazzling, piercingly bright electricity hovering around her. Her flesh blew apart like firecrackers, inch by inch, until her entire figure seemed illusory, as if she could fall apart at any moment.

The view in front of him raised Su Yi's eyebrows.

Ordinarily speaking, during a phantasm’s tribulation of metamorphosis, the last layer of the tribulation...