The bucket-sized runes were still slowly rotating above his head.
Then they flickered slightly and actually began to arrange and combine, forming a small yet profound array.
"This..."
Lin Xuan's eyes went wide. He had never heard of Heavenly Tribulation being able to borrow the power of an array, but since he had run into it, there was nothing he could do. He could only admit his bad luck.
The only thing Lin Xuan could do now was take a few more gulps of Spirit Wine.
Unfortunately, the Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk had already been completely used up. Otherwise, his hopes of successfully undergoing Tribulation Transcendence would have increased by quite a bit.
As the thought turned in his mind, the array above his head had already fully formed.
A terrifying spiritual pressure descended from the heavens. That was right—it was indeed spiritual pressure.
It was no different from that of cultivators or the Demon Race. That feeling, while not quite matching a Spirit Division-stage Immortal cultivator, was still extremely frightening by Dongxuan standards.
Boom!
Within the array, raging flames surged forth, twined with streak after streak of electric arcs. Then a terrifying fireball more than ten zhang in diameter crashed down from the sky.
Was this the final attack?
Lin Xuan's pupils shrank slightly. Within that fireball, he could see a Void Shadow. It had only one foot, and in appearance, it bore no small resemblance to the legendary Bi Fang.
The spiritual power contained within this fireball was far beyond the attacks just now. Lin Xuan let out a loud shout, raised both hands flat, and poured all the magic power in his body into the Mystic Ice before him.
At once, blue radiance flared up. He pushed the extreme-cold attribute of the Phantom Spirit Heaven Fire to its