Just then, vast layers of dark clouds gathered overhead. The true essence in the area was drained away, and all attacks came to a halt.
"A tribulation? He's going to undergo an Immortal Tribulation?"
Ning Wanren cried out in surprise. "The five elements of this kid's corpse qi aren't even balanced yet."
"Purple lightning streaking across the sky—this is the Demon Race's Tribulation of Severing the Corpse," Lu Wuji said.
"But he already severed his corpse, didn't he?"
Old Monk Xuanzang had even forgotten to call him "Benefactor."
Not just them—the Feng family members were all dumbstruck too. They could see perfectly well that Xu Yi was undergoing the Tribulation of Severing the Corpse.
Had they really been fighting a little demon who hadn't yet severed his corpse all this time? That was clearly impossible. Everyone had seen Xu Yi's Spirit-Gifted Fireball Art with their own eyes.
But now he was about to undergo the Tribulation of Severing the Corpse again. What was going on?
There was probably no one under heaven who could understand Xu Yi's state right now.
One of his two systems, the Crimson Flame Thunder Monkey, and his demon core both proved that he was only a little demon.
Had he not just swallowed the demon core containing Xia Xingguang's Half-Immortal Power, who knew how long it would have taken him to cultivate enough to sever his corpse?
Yet the moment this fortuitous chance came, he began severing his corpse, and the heavenly tribulation descended.
Rumble, patter—the tribulation lightning poured down like a torrential rain. It was as if Heaven itself knew that this fellow undergoing the tribulation was a complete monster, and had made the calamity especially fierce.
The Feng family members and Xuanzang's group had no choice but to retreat far away. With their