"Five Elements Tribulation, withdraw!"
Kuang Zhaohui roared. Everyone on Sun Peak retreated almost at once, while the tens of thousands of spectators on the other peaks had already cleared out.
They felt the battle had been worth every copper of the admission price, but the combatants were both so ferocious that watching them was simply too dangerous. During the earlier explosion, they had nearly been hurt.
Now some kind of tribulation aura had appeared—something they had never even heard of. But judging by that terrifying spectacle, anyone who stayed might pay with their life. Countless spectators felt a deep sense of frustration, realizing just how low their cultivation was.
After all, being unable even to watch a battle was a rare and bitter kind of misery. Once it took root, it ran deep.
Xu Yi, trapped inside the formation, wanted to flee more than anyone. But the Tribulation Demon's methods were so damn bizarre that he had no way to defend against them. Was he really going to die here?
At the thought of death, he felt no fear at all. He still remembered that, when he had first embarked on the path of cultivation, what he feared most was death—or, more precisely, the prospect of eternal silence.
Now that he had cultivated to this point, his realm had indeed risen far beyond what it once was. There was no fear, only faint regret.
"What are you playing at? Thunder destroys all evil—change tactics!"
Huang Mei panicked. He sensed that Xu Yi was starting to lose his will to fight, something that had never happened before, and hurriedly shouted, "If you die, all those lovely wives of yours will belong to someone else. Can you bear that?"
Those words sent Xu Yi's anger soaring. In an instant, endless thunder covered