In an instant, the entire battlefield fell deathly silent.
The cries of battle stopped, the clash of weapons stopped, even the wind seemed to have been cut off.
The Holy Spirit Cult members instinctively retreated, while the allied forces withdrew their attacks as well. The two sides faced each other from afar, and no one made another move.
Everyone knew that at this moment, even the slightest action could bring disaster upon them.
The Ninth Heavenly Tribulation was the final threshold to achieving godhood, and also the most terrifying one.
Within a hundred zhang of the tribulation-taker, all lay within the Heavenly Tribulation's range of attack. Anyone who dared approach would be regarded as provoking it and would draw the tribulation lightning upon themselves.
At the center of the battlefield, Yun Ming and Ha Luosa faced each other from afar.
Both were covered in wounds, their armor shattered, their breaths faint.
Yet at this moment, neither spared the other a glance.
All their attention was fixed upon the tribulation clouds overhead.
They had fought for half a day, locked in a battle to the death.
But at this final moment, their opponent was no longer each other.
It was the heavens. It was this tribulation.
If they endured it, they would ascend to the Divine Realm and live as long as heaven and earth.
If they failed, their souls would be annihilated, and they would turn to ash.
Whoever endured it would be the final victor.
Yun Ming drew a deep breath.
The Sky-Piercing Spear in his hand pointed diagonally at the ground, its golden light flickering.
His Holy Spirit Sky-Piercing Battle Armor was more than half shattered, yet his back remained perfectly straight.
He raised his head toward the heavy tribulation clouds, his gaze calm and utterly fearless.
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