If Su Ming remembered correctly, Tang Wulin had a fixed schedule for absorbing the first nine layers of the Golden Dragon King's seals. Every seal forced him to race against time. But starting with the tenth, the seals were immensely powerful—powerful enough to hold indefinitely.
Even if one really could not hold out and collapsed, Tang Wulin could first rely on his Golden Dragon King bloodline to live for hundreds or thousands of years, accumulating enough strength to weather the ordeal.
For these seals, he also had a safety net: three chances for Old Tang to intervene. The most cost-effective use would naturally be to help Tang Wulin absorb his bloodline twice, then trap the Abyssal Sage King.
Oh, that was not all.
By that point, Tang Wulin would surely have obtained the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud and begun the Sea God Trial.
The rewards from the trial might even help Tang Wulin get through another few seals.
Su Ming cursed inwardly.
Who said Tang Wulin had it rough?
I don't see the slightest hardship here.
His path had essentially been laid out for him, with practically nothing standing in his way.
Even if he really was trash, so hopeless that no amount of support could prop him up, he could still lie low for ten thousand years and wait for the Divine Realm to return.
On the arena stage, Tang Wulin gradually regained control.
Yet even after regaining control of his body, he remained unconscious.
Their frenzied exchanges shattered multiple sections of the stage. The referee could only fuse with his own Battle Armor to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
En Ci also secretly sharpened his focus, ready to intervene and stop the two at any moment.
Tang Wulin's strength had caught up, but he was still a