The tribulation clouds overhead churned even more violently under the interference of their domains.
The fourth tribulation lightning was already gathering.
Its power would be twice that of the third.
Yet neither of them showed any intention of stopping.
Today, one of them would die.
Yun Ming slowly raised the Sky-Piercing Spear, its tip aimed at Ha Luosa.
The golden light around him grew increasingly brilliant, and even his wounds slowly healed within that radiance.
Behind him, the phantom of the Prayer Angel became clearer and clearer, as if it were about to truly descend upon the world.
Ya Li's power continued to flow into him without end.
The faith of countless people, combined with the love they shared through life and death, had forcibly pulled him back from the brink of death. It even made him stronger with every battle.
Watching this, Ha Luosa felt a trace of absurdity for the first time.
He had cultivated bitterly for a century, walked the edge between life and death, and crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood time and again before reaching this point.
Why?
Why did Yun Ming have so many people helping him?
Why were they hunted down and condemned by all simply because they cultivated different martial souls?
Why?!
Unwillingness, rage, hatred—countless emotions surged up and mingled with his deathly intent, becoming ever more violent.
He suddenly raised his head toward the tribulation clouds and spread his arms.
"Come on!"
"If you've got the nerve, strike me dead!"
"If you can't kill me, Yun Ming dies today!"
He looked utterly crazed. Deathly intent surged madly around him as he actually took the initiative to draw the tribulation lightning's power into himself.
Gray lightning coiled around his body, splitting his armor and tearing his flesh to