Under the Heart Demon Tribulation, Chen Changming in the distance could no longer sense his demonic-path avatar.
That layer of blood-colored light was like a barrier, completely shutting out his senses.
Chen Changming was not in a hurry, however.
This avatar was built upon the temperament of his true body and had long been tempered to an extreme degree of resilience. Passing the sixth wave of the Heart Demon Tribulation should not be a problem.
"Master's demonic-path avatar possesses terrifying talent as well. If he becomes Netherworld Old Devil's disciple in the future, his prospects will be limitless..."
Beside him, the Marsh Wasteland Dark Bat gazed at the black figure within the distant blood-colored Heart Demon Tribulation, and its admiration for Chen Changming, its master, deepened further.
After the time it took an incense stick to burn.
The blood-colored lightning receded like the tide, coming swiftly and leaving just as swiftly.
The demonic-path avatar slowly opened his eyes, a cold and haughty smile curving at the corner of his lips.
There was not the slightest trace of exhaustion or confusion in his eyes—only clarity and resolve.
Though the sixth wave of the Heart Demon Tribulation had posed something of a challenge to him, it had been far from his limit.
Those illusions, those temptations, those fears—they were mere passing clouds before his eyes, utterly incapable of shaking his mind.
Rumble...
The tribulation clouds deep within the firmament did not disperse. Instead, muffled thunder rolled again and again, as if brewing an even stronger Lightning Tribulation.
The clouds churned, lightning intertwined, and an even more terrifying aura gestated in their depths.
"Haha, good! It seems there's a seventh wave of heavenly tribulation!"
Netherworld Old Devil slapped his thigh excitedly. Even his withered old face flushed slightly beneath the flashing lightning.
There