Ancestor Hongjun truly admired Qin Xi. He had never imagined that Qin Xi could endure so many rounds.
He looked at the two people beside him, who were still deeply worried about Qin Xi.
He raised his voice slightly and said to them, "We all believe in you, Qin Xi. I know you can do it."
Just then, several bolts of lightning crashed down once more.
The successive lightning strikes made everyone's hearts pound in terror.
Qin Xi looked even more battered and miserable now.
Qin Xi had begun to tremble slightly. His body swayed as though he could collapse at any moment.
Yet he stubbornly held on where he stood. After more than ten bolts of lightning flashed down, Qin Xi was in an utterly wretched state.
Ancestor Hongjun could no longer hold himself back. Looking at Wukong and the others beside him, he said, "I don't think we can keep holding on any longer. Qin Xi looks to be in a very serious condition right now."
After all, they could all tell the state of a person's body.
They could sense that Qin Xi's pulse had become extremely weak, and even his heartbeat had begun to falter intermittently, as though he might die the very next moment.
Forever Seventeen-Year-Old Girl could no longer sit still. She paced back and forth through the ruined room, terribly anxious. She wanted to step forward and help Qin Xi, but she also hoped he could endure another two thunder tribulations, which would be of greater help to his future cultivation.
Thus, she was truly conflicted. Upon hearing Ancestor Hongjun say this, Forever Seventeen-Year-Old Girl immediately walked toward him.
She raised her voice and said to them, "I also think Qin Xi has reached his limit. Aren't there only one or two thunder