Though he had suppressed the lightning tribulation, Li Su's expression did not improve. On the contrary, his face was deathly pale, and his body trembled without pause.
After all, this was not a clash of Dao arts.
This was his lightning tribulation.
From the moment they made contact, the powers of the heavenly god and heavenly devil had been continuously extending toward him.
Whether it was himself or his Seven Saints Dao Fruit, both were under constant attack.
Even though he had suppressed them for the moment, he had merely pinned the heavenly god and heavenly devil in place. Fundamentally, they were not Dao arts, not divine abilities, and certainly not people.
Thus, Li Su was now like someone gripping two high-voltage wires in his hands.
Though they had stopped moving, the electricity itself had not vanished. It continued to attack him without end.
Nor was that all. Because the Seven Saints Dao Fruit had appeared at once, not only were his fleshly body and soul being struck, even the very foundation of his Great Dao was being struck.
The range was greater, so the devastation was even more brutal, as though its conductivity had suddenly increased dozens of times over.
His flesh was peeling away, and the bones beneath it were constantly exploding apart.
His soul was bleeding as well, the cracks across it multiplying by the moment.
Though he had been in this state before, the circumstances were entirely different. At this moment, Li Su had mobilized every shred of his focus, pushing his divine abilities to their utmost limit to resist the damage brought by the twin tribulations of the heavenly god and heavenly devil.
Every second, more than ten million flesh cells and soul cells were killed, crushed and shattered by the destructive, distorting power within