Holy Venerable's True Form
"How... how did he become so strong? That opponent's strength is probably at the Fourth Realm, isn't it?"
"What a powerful spear strike! It actually repelled the might of the Fourth Realm. How did he do that?"
The Heavenly Venerates across the battlefield were all watching this side. In the blink of an eye, the black-robed man had been driven back and injured. The power of that spear strike shocked every Heavenly Venerate.
"Good. As expected, he has the combat power to defeat a Fourth Realm expert!"
Star River and the others saw it as well and could not help letting out a breath of relief.
Fang Mo had initially wanted to make use of the tribulation, and they had harbored some doubts. Now, however, it seemed Fang Mo truly possessed such confidence and strength—two spear strikes had sent the Holy Envoy flying.
"Good! Well done, Fang Mo!"
Dangyun Heavenly Venerate saw the scene as well and cried out in excitement. His battle intent surged as he launched a frenzied assault on the Eight-Clawed Beast.
"How could this happen? How could the Holy Envoy lose?"
Fear rose within the Black Flood Dragon. He had thought that with the Holy Venerable descending, they would crush everything like withered branches and rotten wood. How had things turned out like this? The Holy Envoy had lost, the Holy Venerable had been held back, and they themselves were nearly unable to endure any longer.
"Trash!" the Holy Venerable barked coldly.
A terrifying aura erupted from him. Dark energy billowed forth, as though countless devils were shrieking, and the dreadful roars within that darkness made everyone's hearts quail.
"What is happening?"
"This Evil being seems to be evolving—or doing something else. What a terrifying aura!"
Every Heavenly Venerate looked uneasy. They