With Ling Tian's current strength, he could keep unleashing Seven Consecutive Arrow Strikes six or seven times without much trouble. This kind of attack could weaken the tribulation lightning quite effectively, especially the bolts it hit directly, greatly easing Wu De's burden.
And that was exactly what happened. At the very least, Wu De and the others easily withstood the tenth wave of lightning. But the eleventh wave soon came crashing down. Since the Tribulation Cloud had not been attacked and its power had not been weakened, this wave was much stronger. Its fearsome aura made even Ling Tian feel a deep sense of dread and helplessness. He knew that if he had to bear the brunt of the lightning himself, he would never be able to withstand it.
That was only natural. Although Ling Tian had broken through to nearly the middle stage of the Near-Saint Seventeenth Heaven and gained control of the Buddha Kingdom World, his cultivation level was still far below Wu De's. After all, Wu De had reached the Near-Saint Eighteenth Heaven. The gap between their cultivation levels was enormous, and Wu De was far stronger than him.
Even so, Ling Tian began to worry. The Tribulation Cloud showed no sign of dissipating. Ling Tian had believed that the Lord of the Universe would not want to strike him dead, and therefore might stop after unleashing the tenth wave. But now the eleventh wave of the final tribulation had descended, and it seemed ready to keep attacking. This naturally threw Ling Tian into a panic. He feared the Lord of the Universe would not stop. If that happened, both he and Wu De would be struck dead—something he had never expected.
Ling Tian was not particularly attached to life. He only regretted that, despite risking everything,