They had thought that once the pursuers blasted a hole through the Tribulation Cloud, they could try to break through the firmament. If they managed it, they would have a chance to escape the Lord of the Universe's restraints. But they hadn't expected a second layer of Tribulation Cloud above the first. Ling Tian even suspected there were more layers beyond that. This undoubtedly sealed the pursuers' fate. They had no chance of succeeding; all that awaited them was death.
It made sense. Clever as Ling Tian was, he quickly judged from the multiple layers of tribulation that many cultivators would be needed to survive it—dozens, perhaps even a hundred or more. Only with that many people could they hope to blast a hole through every layer of Tribulation Cloud and then attack the firmament. The pursuers numbered only a dozen or so, and, more importantly, they were relatively weak. Naturally, they had little chance of surviving the tribulation. In Ling Tian's eyes, even the cultivator who had broken through to the Near-Saint Eighteenth Heaven was merely passable, let alone the others who hadn't reached the eighteenth heaven.
Putting himself in their place, Ling Tian knew he was even stronger. When he faced his tribulation in the future, the Lord of the Universe would surely give him special attention. That meant the Tribulation Clouds he faced would be mightier and more numerous, making the tribulation extremely difficult to overcome. Even joining forces with Chi Xue and the others might not be enough. After all, only a dozen or so people on their side would be strong enough to join him. Even if they could find a few more cultivators along the way, there probably wouldn't be many—nowhere near the dozens or hundreds Ling Tian had envisioned. He planned to keep