Obviously...
The twelfth lightning tribulation would no longer give him time to study and ponder it. He had to make a decision as quickly as possible.
A miracle!
Yang Chen drew a deep breath. He had no choice but to make a desperate gamble. The twelvefold lightning tribulation he faced was an unprecedented catastrophe that belonged to him alone. To confront it, he had to unleash every last bit of potential within his body.
The so-called unknown power.
If everything were within his control, could a heavenly tribulation still be called a heavenly tribulation? If he had an answer for everything, how could this calamity still be called a calamity?
He had to gamble on the unknown. Win, and he lived; lose, and he died.
"Whether it succeeds or not, this new technique already has a name. It shall be called Calamity!" Yang Chen said.
There could be no more fitting name than the calamity that belonged to him.
At this moment, Yang Chen had already drawn the God-Slaying Spear. Dao Intent at its tip began to whirl at high speed—not two kinds, not three, but four.
Added to them was the Dao Intent he had newly comprehended, the Nine Nether Dao Intent...
The four Dao Intents flowed, merged, and spun around the spear tip, gradually gathering into a new power. Before this new power had even been born, it already exuded a terrifyingly oppressive might.
The yet-unborn lightning tribulation in the sky was like a dragon poised to descend, looking down upon Yang Chen.
Meanwhile, the spinning spear tip in Yang Chen's hand was like an unyielding lion, glaring furiously into the heavens!
"Oh my, Young Master, these four Dao Intents of yours spinning together feel like a bath. So comfortable!" the God-Slaying Spear shrieked sharply, its tip feeling