Half an hour earlier.
Ye Lin stood in midair with his hands behind his back, silently watching Lu Cang undergo Tribulation Transcendence.
Meanwhile, the final bolt of lightning continued to gather, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth grew ever heavier.
Thunder rumbled across the vault of heaven. Before the rolling heavenly lightning, Lu Cang looked even smaller than an ant.
"No... no, I want to live. I have to live."
Lu Cang stared at the lightning above him, his eyes filled with dread. He roared endlessly within his heart. I have to live.
Rumble.
A sudden explosion rang out above the heavens. The final bolt of lightning had finished gathering.
This bolt was blood-red, brimming with the might of destruction.
At the final moment, the lightning descended. Its terrifying power directly engulfed Lu Cang's entire Primordial Spirit.
The defenses Lu Cang had set up earlier seemed like nothing more than a joke before the rolling heavenly lightning.
The lightning endlessly swallowed Lu Cang's body as he howled beneath it.
Boom, boom, boom.
Explosions rang out across billions of miles. The gathered prodigies below could not help but shudder. Such lightning power was simply too terrifying.
No matter how powerful they were, they could never surpass heaven and earth.
Before such heavenly might, they were tiny beyond tiny.
The blood-red lightning lasted for several breaths before gradually dispersing. By the time it faded, only a transparent bead remained in the sky.
The Lu Cang from before had evidently turned into a bead.
"Is he dead?"
Ye Lin murmured as he looked at the bead. He could no longer sense the slightest trace of an aura. Lu Cang's aura had vanished. It seemed that Lu Cang had truly died beneath the lightning tribulation this time.
Lu Cang's fall was an exhilarating