Blood rained from the sky. After setting up another barrier for the others, Xiang Tian charged into the heavens.
Sword Intent soared skyward, its icy gleam stabbing into everyone's hearts. Sword Qi churned through the air, and from time to time, someone was shredded into chunks of flesh. There were simply too many of them, and the scene was chaotic. Many had not even caught sight of Xiang Tian before their lives were mercilessly harvested.
Yet no matter how fierce Xiang Tian was, he still found it difficult to fend off so many people.
There was no need to describe how terrifying people who had killed until their eyes turned red could be. Xiang Tian had suffered wounds of varying severity as well.
"Brothers, charge! This guy can't hold on much longer!"
Someone shouted, stirring up everyone's fighting spirit.
Xiang Tian held his sword, blood already staining part of his robes.
"Rumble!"
Thunder suddenly roared through the sky, and signs of a lightning tribulation appeared within the secret realm as well!
Sensing the instability in Xiang Tian's aura, the crowd was overjoyed.
"Hahaha! Xiang Tian is about to break through! He dares to break through at a time like this? Brothers, charge! With the lightning tribulation helping us, why worry about not killing this bastard!"
Immediately afterward, spells filled the sky as they blasted toward Xiang Tian.
Thunder boomed again overhead, arcs of lightning streaking across the canopy before striking down.
Unfortunately, their target was not Xiang Tian, but these cultivators whose eyes had gone red with bloodlust.
In an instant, more than a dozen people were reduced to ashes. Everyone was scared out of their wits. What kind of ghostly technique was this? Xiang Tian was breaking through—shouldn't the lightning tribulation strike him? Why was it striking them instead?!