Eighth-Grade Spirit Array!

Pfft!

Lu Changsheng dropped to one knee, the tip of the Sea God Halberd deeply embedded in the shattered jade floor, supporting his tottering body.

He abruptly lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, which blossomed into a glaring scarlet patch across the dark gold battle platform.

The Thunder Tribulation Armor had been damaged beyond recognition. More than half the plates on his chest had shattered, exposing the mangled flesh beneath, while five-colored lightning leaked from the cracks. His shoulder guards had collapsed, his arm guards peeled away, and the plates over his back had been blasted completely out of existence, exposing stark white bones. The entire suit was covered in fist marks, palm prints, and claw marks; Dark gold traces intertwined with charred lightning scars, as though it were a rag ripped to pieces.

He slowly raised his head and looked toward that dark gold figure, an overwhelming sense of powerlessness rising within him.

Even the Six-Colored Thunder Lotus could not harm him in the slightest...

Lu Changsheng's hand around the halberd shaft trembled faintly. Every time he had fallen into desperate straits before, he had been able to turn the tide with this move—but this time, before Tianji Zi, his strongest trump card had vanished like a clay ox entering the sea, unable to raise even the slightest ripple.

"Hmph! Before absolute strength, every attempt is futile."

Tianji Zi's voice descended from overhead, condescending and tinged with the pity of someone bestowing charity.

He approached at an unhurried pace. Beneath the inverted river of stars, his dark gold armor glimmered with a cold, grim sheen. With every step he took, the battle platform groaned beneath the unbearable weight.

Boom!

Tianji Zi's figure abruptly vanished, transforming into a streak of dark gold light that shot toward