Over here, Lin Xuan had yet to finish his preparations when, overhead, fire rain filling the sky came falling down again.
That was right—it really was rain.
Only, they were raindrops condensed from flame. In terms of power, they were far from comparable to the pillars of fire just now, but they were densely packed, leaving absolutely nowhere to hide. The ice wall condensed from the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire was being weakened bit by bit.
A trace of surprise first appeared on Lin Xuan's face.
Why had this wave of attacks suddenly become gentle? Of course, that was only relative, but it truly was easier to deal with than the flames just now.
Could it be the prelude to a storm?
As Lin Xuan thought this, his face was full of vigilance.
He was ready at any moment for a terrifying attack to descend.
Yet as time passed, apart from that endless fire rain, there was simply nothing else.
"This..."
A somewhat astonished look appeared on Lin Xuan's face, and he muttered to himself, but his vigilance did not lessen in the slightest.
There was no such thing as a Heavenly Tribulation that began with a tiger's head and ended with a snake's tail. Logically speaking, the later it went, the harder it should be to deal with. Just what unknown secret was hidden in this?
Just like that, time passed like a white colt flashing past a crack. In the blink of an eye, three days went by.
Lin Xuan raised his head and drank a drop of Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk. Looking at the Jade Bottle in his hand, a pained look appeared on his face. Only the last few drops remained.
Thinking back on his experiences over these three days, Lin Xuan truly felt lingering fear to