The buzzing abruptly rose to a shriek, stabbing pain through his eardrums.
But that strand of intent... ultimately did not materialize into another tangible attack.
After holding out for more than a dozen breaths, the tribulation clouds slowly dispersed.
The heavens cleared once more.
Lin Heng's legs went weak, and he nearly dropped to his knees.
Supporting himself with the Supreme Bone Sword, he crouched halfway down on the broken cliff, gulping for breath.
There was not a patch of uninjured flesh left on his body. The Hunyuan Immortal Body's recovery rate had been suppressed to its limit, and his True Yuan was nearly depleted.
The only good news was... the Five-Colored Demon Venerable Blood Pill hovered steadily before him, its pill light flowing as its quality shone superb.
Lin Heng reached out and took the pill into his palm, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly.
"Worth it."
Yet just as he was about to rise, a cold voice drifted over from afar.
"You've watched long enough. Isn't it time to come out?"
Gripping the Bone Sword, Lin Heng slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping across three separate locations to the northeast.
There were people there.
And more than one.
Huo Zhong was the first to reveal himself.
The white-haired old man stepped out of the void, the aura around him steady and weighty.
Behind him, Xue Li and Dong Ke followed close behind, one tall and one short, standing at offset angles.
Almost at the same time, Fa Ming came treading through the air from another direction.
He held the Misfortune-Crossing Lotus Lamp in his arms, its blue-white wick flame utterly still.
The last to arrive was Su Ji, the masked medical envoy of the Medical Path, who drifted silently over from the third direction.
The five