His current condition was truly terrible.
His entire body was exhausted, his Dao Intent Inscriptions were excessively depleted, and he could barely draw upon any strength at all. Dealing with the eighteen-level lightning tribulation was already incredibly difficult. As for the twenty-seven-level lightning tribulation, even he felt there was no hope.
Most crucially, even Bao Lu had no way to intervene and help him at this time.
If he had been at his peak, the twenty-seven-level lightning tribulation would never have been a problem. But for it to emerge now was practically taking his life.
He had not expected that he would escape Peng Wanli's hands, only to die miserably beneath this lightning tribulation.
A bitter smile appeared on Yang Chen's face.
Yet he still refused to give up.
Persist!
He had to keep going. Even if there was only the faintest shred of hope, he would never abandon it.
The fifth wave of the eighteen-level lightning tribulation surged down.
Yang Chen unleashed thunderous methods and dissolved it. Then, the sixth wave of lightning tribulation descended with ferocious speed.
Yang Chen panted heavily, looking thoroughly bedraggled.
Bao Lu noticed it all as well. Her delicate fists clenched tightly, but there was nothing she could do to intervene. She could only furrow her brow and grit her teeth, with no other option.
When she had previously existed as a soul, she had been able to help Yang Chen only because she had been his bonded spirit beast. But things were different now. She had already dissolved that contract with Yang Chen and obtained a body of her own.
Moreover, she herself was in a weakened state, so she truly could not interfere in this matter.
But just then, Wen Feng suddenly stepped forward and repeatedly said, "Daoist Friend Yang Chen, I