The old Daoist and the Artifact Spirit had only just stepped within a few miles of the stone platform when the scene before them gave them both a fright.
Could this be a Ten-Thousand-Person Tribulation Crossing?
The old Daoist especially had always prided himself on having lived for so many years, yet this was the first time he had ever witnessed such a spectacular scene of tribulation lightning.
"This bastard's really stirring things up to the death."
Needless to say, after all this, regardless of whether the Heaven River came down or not, Yanluo Hall's investment had already paid itself back.
The Heavenly Dao Sect had suffered far more than a grievous loss of vitality. Its very foundations had been dug up.
Countless bolts of tribulation lightning continued to rain down, striking the cultivators who walked the Dao until they wailed for their fathers and mothers in a chorus of agony.
On the stone platform, tribulation lightning flashed violently. Four figures constantly crossed and clashed amid the white lightning, one of them beaten into repeated retreat.
The one forced back again and again could naturally only be Hanyu. No matter how great his breakthrough, it was impossible for him to reach the point of fighting three opponents alone.
Fighting two alone might not have been a problem. After all, Di Liuxin and Jiang Xinyuan no longer posed much of a threat to him. Shang Wanfeng, however, was different.
That fellow's methods were far too sinister. He would casually obscure Hanyu's perception, then let the three sides join forces against him. The fact that Hanyu had held out until now was truly an anomaly.
With all three dharma forms unleashed, and combined with their methods, Hanyu suffered blow after blow. He had even been beaten to the brink of collapse.
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