Baoshe's prediction was not wrong.
Lin Xuan's situation at that moment was indeed far worse than hers.
In order to defeat his powerful enemy, Lin Xuan had gone all out and drawn down the Heavenly Tribulation.
He had never imagined that, after calculating a thousand times and planning ten thousand ways, he still would not guard against Baoshe slipping free like a cicada shedding its golden shell.
Now she had fled far away, and the Heavenly Tribulation left behind naturally was not about to vanish like smoke and clouds.
It was even fiercer than before.
And as the one who had started all this, Lin Xuan had nowhere to hide. The only thing he could do was use every trick he had and endure this Heavenly Tribulation.
The principle was very simple.
However, the actual difficulty he faced was enough to make one click their tongue.
Ordinary wind, rain, thunder, and fire would have been one thing, but that Dragon-Shaped Lightning was a thing of legend.
Although, on careful distinction, what was before him seemed somewhat different from the records in the ancient texts, no matter what, it was still far more terrifying than ordinary Tribulation Lightning. And at this very moment, Lin Xuan was already an arrow at the end of its flight...
Wanting to survive in such a situation was little different from a fool talking of dreams.
Even Lin Xuan himself had a trace of despair on his face.
But sitting still and waiting for death was absolutely impossible.
Even if he clearly knew the situation was perilous, he still had to struggle, to use his own blood and sweat to exchange for a thread of life. Until the final moment, he would never give up.
At this point, it was already too late to sacrifice defensive