Overlord Body Art Eighth Layer

"Attack! Kill him! Otherwise, none of us will make it out alive today! Kill him, and the heavenly tribulation will stop!" the Great Saint Realm peak expert roared.

It had to be said that, even at a time like this, the Great Saint Realm peak expert still had a clear head. Although the entire Dao Soldier Legion was in danger of being overturned, the root of it all lay with Ye Xiwen.

Because he had triggered the Great Saint Tribulation. If he died, the entire heavenly tribulation would vanish and cease to continue. Thus, as long as Ye Xiwen was killed, everything could be avoided.

No matter what, today's losses had already been catastrophic. Just to ambush and kill Ye Xiwen, they had lost two Great Saints and over a thousand Dao Soldiers. The losses could not be called anything but enormous.

Yet there was no road back now. Only by gritting their teeth and taking Ye Xiwen down could they find a way to live. Otherwise, they might all be swallowed by the heavenly tribulation. They might truly be wiped out to the last man.

Ye Xiwen did not stop at all. He charged straight into the sea of lightning—or rather, a sea of lightning had formed around him. Although the Dao Soldiers had blocked those lightning person Heavenly Soldiers and shared the burden of many lightning dragons, he was still the one truly undergoing the tribulation. Most of the calamity still hurtled toward him. At this moment, what descended from the skies was no longer a rain of lightning, but the eighteen kinds of weapons. Every weapon contained unimaginable laws, with countless laws condensed upon it. Each one that fell could slaughter any True Dao legend; even Saint Realm experts might suffer grievous wounds if they were careless.