Bang—!
Six bolts of lightning struck him in succession, and Gu Chen's aura grew weaker and weaker.
Even calling him on his last breath was putting it mildly. If not for the fact that his consciousness was still clear...
He could already be considered—dead.
He had never come this close to death before, not even in the Underworld.
The seventh peal of thunder roared down.
Gu Chen's body shattered completely, and every trace of power vanished.
His flesh was ruined beyond recognition, and his divine soul had almost sunk into extinction.
He had to admit, Tang San did have something to him.
He really had worn him down for quite a while.
Otherwise, if Gu Chen had been allowed to face this in his prime, he could have endured at least eight Lightning Tribulations.
Whether the ninth strike could kill him would truly have been uncertain.
But the odds were that it could.
Though unlikely events could happen too.
Gu Chen could barely move anymore. His flesh was decayed beyond repair, and his divine soul was so fragile it would shatter at a touch.
Yet he still gritted his teeth and held on.
The last bit of power was stored inside him. He could still block it once more.
If he truly was beaten to death, then he would reverse spacetime and endure it one more time.
But enduring it would be useless. That time, he would definitely die.
The eighth gray bolt of lightning crashed down.
A flash of madness crossed Gu Chen's eyes, but at that moment, he froze.
An unfamiliar aura that did not belong to him, yet was incomparably familiar, appeared from within his body.
A snowflake drifted out. A stunningly beautiful figure with long white hair appeared once more, crossing space with an