The Red Shadow

"Not over yet?" Chen Fan's expression changed instantly.

The second heavenly tribulation was actually not over. That crimson lightning bolt just now had already been perilously vicious, yet now eight had emerged. No matter how fast his sword was, it could not possibly be faster than eight crimson bolts of lightning.

The instant he swung his sword to destroy the other crimson lightning bolts, a single fish that slipped through the net and entered his body would be enough to reduce him to ashes.

Was this a dead-end killing trap?

Chen Fan had no choice but to continue moving, darting into the distance. This crimson lightning was far too strange. It ignored the power of the Divine Soul, and it also ignored attacks from incantations. Yet in the end, it had been scattered by the power of the Immortal Sword Sheath. If he had not possessed an immortal weapon, he simply could not have destroyed this lightning.

He thought of the Nine Palaces Elder, and his heart grew heavy again. The old man was very likely facing grim odds.

"Hmph." Chen Fan snorted coldly, continuing to step out with the Nine Palaces Footwork.

He understood why no Fusion Realm cultivators had emerged all these years. Setting aside the first heavenly tribulation, the crimson lightning of this second tribulation was simply an existence that sealed off all paths to survival. He could also nearly conclude that this second heavenly tribulation was the final one—there was no need to arrange a third. Crimson lightning was enough to slaughter and destroy all living beings.

If one bolt could not kill, then eight would emerge. If eight still could not kill, then there would very likely be even more. This was plainly a certain-death trap. Yet it was not absolute. As Chen Fan faced