"How did Lu Cang end up in such a miserable state?"
"There's one more, the final one. But in Lu Cang's current condition, can he really withstand it?"
"Who knows? I'd say it's probably hanging by a thread. Just who is Ye Lin, to drive Lu Cang to such a point?"
"My heavens, fellow Daoists, we..."
"Wait for the result. If Lu Cang succeeds, this world will be ours. If Lu Cang fails, we'll make other plans."
For a time, the prodigies below, who had been locked in battle, all raised their heads to look at Lu Cang. They were waiting—waiting for Lu Cang's final outcome.
Whether Lu Cang could successfully undergo Tribulation Transcendence would determine the outcome of the battlefield.
Ye Lin, who had been watching all along, could not help but admire Lu Cang as well. This man was truly strong; he admired him from the bottom of his heart.
He had forcibly endured eight tribulation bolts while already at the end of his tether—and this was a Nine-Nine Heavenly Tribulation. If he had prepared beforehand and faced the tribulation at his peak, he might not have failed.
But now, in his current state, it was simply impossible for him to survive the lightning tribulation.
Yet Lu Cang had not resigned himself to fate. He mobilized the pure power of his Primordial Spirit and laid down one curtain of light after another before it.
Though it was useless, he refused to accept it. He would never accept it.
Even if he died, it would only be by the Heavenly Dao's own hand.
"I have roamed the Demon Domain for tens of thousands of years. I cannot die here. I cannot."
Lu Cang murmured as he calmly continued making his preparations. This final tribulation bolt contained the essence of