"..."
Meanwhile.
Above the clouds, lightning blazed for miles.
Su Yueli stood proudly at the heart of the storm, but her brows furrowed slightly.
This Peak Eighth-Grade Pill Thunder, edging close to the ninth grade, was far more powerful than she had expected.
After using her physical body to withstand several savage tribulation bolts in succession, that violent power of destructive lightning spread along her arms, jolting the Qi and Blood throughout her body into turmoil.
Even the surface of her fists had gone faintly numb, blackened in places by the lightning fire.
"Tsk... This is a little troublesome."
Su Yueli lowered her hands and flexed her numb fingers, thinking to herself.
If several stronger tribulation bolts descended at this rate, pure Qi and Blood attacks alone would likely force her to use her Martial Soul avatar.
What was more, she could clearly sense more than a dozen exceptionally powerful auras of Spiritual Power rushing toward them through the void from all directions.
Among them were quite a few peak experts of the Twelfth Realm and Thirteenth Realm.
If that group surrounded her, there would inevitably be another endless bout of entanglement and trouble.
Su Yueli lowered her head, her gaze piercing through the lightning filling the sky and landing on the small courtyard of the Immortal Abode below.
Yun Tianheng, standing before the pill cauldron, had naturally also noticed the danger overhead and the cultivators closing in around them.
Cold sweat streamed down his forehead. He knew Su Yueli was buying him the last stretch of time. Gritting his teeth, he poured the last mouthful of pure Spiritual Power within him into the pill cauldron!
"Condense for me... Condense!!"
Yun Tianheng let out a furious roar, both palms slamming heavily against the cauldron!
"Boom—!"
The pill cauldron shook violently.