"Crossing the tribulation to become a Great Emperor?!"
When those four words roared from Xiao Yang's mouth, filled with boundless madness and Battle Intent, Mo Wuxin, floating in midair, was completely stunned!
His demonic eyes, blazing with black flames, stared fixedly at the Black Clothed Youth below, who was completely enveloped in emerald divine light. His mind went utterly blank!
What... did this guy just say?
He wanted to cross the tribulation and become a Great Emperor here?!
Was he insane?!
Didn't he know he was being firmly locked down by Mo Wuxin's Immortal Emperor pressure?!
Didn't he know what would happen if he forcibly summoned a heavenly tribulation under such circumstances?!
That was not crossing a tribulation!
That was suicide!
He was just tired of dying too slowly!
Yet before he could recover from his immense shock, a sudden change erupted in the sky!
Rumble—!
The sky, which had turned pitch-black because of the Immortal Emperor demonic aura emanating from Mo Wuxin, was abruptly ripped open by an even more terrifying, domineering, and supreme force!
The rift was a heart-palpitating deep violet-black, like an ominous gate leading to some unknown, horrifying world!
Then!
One!
Ten!
A hundred!
A thousand!
Billions upon billions of violet-black tribulation clouds, condensed from the purest laws of destructive lightning punishment, surged madly from that massive rift!
As though called by some irresistible summons, they frantically gathered above the Immortal Slaying Sword Tomb from every direction!
Within only a few breaths, a terrifying sea of thunderclouds, so vast its edges could not be seen and so heavy it seemed capable of crushing the entire sky, had completely formed!
The thunderclouds were incomparably vast and oppressive, their coverage extending beyond even the entirety of the Immortal Demon Battlefield!
Even in the distant Eastern Profound Region, Western