Golden light shone like colored glaze. Though this Phoenix could not compare to a true divine bird, its momentum still pressed forward without turning back.
With a flap of its wings, it whipped up spiritual flames that filled the sky and pounced viciously toward the eye of the storm ahead.
At the center of the storm, the Flood Dragon formed from Tribulation Lightning looked lifelike; as it bared its fangs and brandished its claws, its unruly aura was on full display.
Boom!
A sound like rolling thunder entered their ears—it was the Flood Dragon and the Phoenix colliding in midair.
The Heavenly Tribulation was ferocious, and now it had reached its most critical moment. There were no clever tricks to rely on. At this moment, everything depended on whether Qinxin could withstand this wave of the Heavenly Tribulation's ravaging.
Victory or defeat would be decided in this single stroke.
Either she lived, broke through her realm, and from then on the sea would be wide and the sky vast, as she became an Avatar-stage Tribulation Transcendence-level cultivator.
Or she fell, reduced to ash and smoke within the Heavenly Tribulation; from then on, dust to dust, earth to earth, with absolutely no chance to begin again.
There was no need to speak of the tension in Lin Xuan's heart, but everything he could do, everything he ought to do, he had already done to the utmost.
Now, even if he possessed a thousand methods, it was impossible for him to intervene. Even with his heart cut as if by knives, his only path was to wait quietly at the side.
No joy or anger could be seen on Lin Xuan's face; perhaps he was so worried that he had already gone numb.
To him, even a single second was torment. A