"It looked like if this heavenly tribulation lasted another half an incense stick's time, these Desolate Clan Great Powers would all be dead."
When Wei Suo had shouted, "Greetings, my good brothers! Thank you for helping me withstand the heavenly tribulation," he had truly been high-spirited and swaggering. It was obvious that those Desolate Clan Great Powers were on the verge of total collapse, both physically and mentally.
And taking a step back, even if some of these Desolate Clan Great Powers survived, Wei Suo reckoned that as long as he himself lived, then relying solely on his fleshly body, aside from that Eight-armed Desolate Clan Great Power, he could easily beat the rest of those old, weak, sick, and crippled remnants to death.
Unfortunately, after a while longer, Wei Suo himself began to feel that he could no longer hold on.
"How much longer is this going to take? This heavenly tribulation can't possibly go on forever, can it?"
The Great Emperor Holy Spring water was indeed sharp beyond compare. If he had taken the Great Emperor Holy Spring water under ordinary circumstances, it likely would not have produced such astonishing effects. Yet within this heavenly tribulation, the Great Dao divine patterns contained within the Great Emperor Holy Spring water seemed to have been tempered by heavenly might, directly merging into his body. Previously, Wei Suo had felt that his fleshly body was probably capable of directly withstanding the might of an Ancient Emperor Corpse, but now, he estimated that he could even withstand a true immortal's attack head-on.
But Wei Suo could now sense that the icy medicinal power of the Great Emperor Holy Spring water within him was running out of steam and beginning to fade. Once the Great Emperor Holy Spring water was exhausted, the vital