As expected, the plan had gone wrong. We had lost everything...
Jia Xin expended a great deal of energy to draw out the evil aura from the wound inside his right arm. His entire right arm had just been torn apart by the serrated scythe in Xie Min's hand, and even the soul of his right arm bore cuts. Recovering from such injuries would take at least several months.
"Cultivator, do you have any other way? If we don't act now, I'm afraid we'll all be buried here. I refuse to accept this."
Brother Jin Geng gritted his teeth. Yet Xie Min's strength was simply too terrifying; he could no longer think of any way to kill him. Even perishing together with him was impossible. He did not want to end up dying at that man's hands. Otherwise, even his soul would never know peace.
"There is one more way. That is also another reason why I arranged for you to be here," Jia Xin said softly.
"What way? Can it kill him?" Brother Jin Geng looked at Jia Xin in shock.
"I am one of the most gifted cultivators. Before coming here, I had reached the Tribulation Stage and passed the first eight trials of the Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation. I deliberately left the final trial as a safeguard. Once I pass the tribulation, I will also leave this place through the Zero Realm that absorbs me."
"However, my body has now undergone an essential change. I am no longer a pure cultivator, but an existence superior to one. The final heavenly tribulation will likely mutate from its original form. Its energy will only increase, never diminish, and its power will be enough to destroy heaven and earth. And there is a lightning-attributed Heroic Spirit within you. We can use