Wenlong, who was undergoing Tribulation Transcendence, had no idea that his six-color heavenly tribulation had already alarmed the outside world.
Countless great gods had turned their attention here. Some were already itching to make a move, and danger was fast approaching.
His tribulation had reached a critical moment. Even if he had known about the danger, he would have been powerless to do anything.
At this crucial juncture, he suddenly felt drowsy. Forcing himself to stay alert, he laid down several more defensive array formations in succession.
An irresistible sleepiness kept seeping into his mind. In his haze, he once again saw the tragic ends his eldest brother, second brother, and grandparents had met all those years ago.
Despite his exhaustion and the invading drowsiness, his eyes widened as though their corners might split. His heart hurt as if someone had stabbed it with ten thousand blades.
Rumble! Several successive blasts of heavenly tribulation struck his defensive array formations head-on. Thunderbolts shattered the formations, leaving him with only his instinctive counterattacks to fend off the tribulation.
A thunderbolt struck Wenlong, sending blood spraying from his mouth. I let my guard down. Am I going to fail my tribulation just like this?
He could not accept it. He had prepared thoroughly for his tribulation, so how had he ended up like this?
The more he thought, the more something seemed wrong. He struggled to get up, but failed several times.
The sixth and final lightning tribulation still remained. Without defensive array formations in place, he would surely die.
Since he could not get up, he simply lay on the ground and set up his formations. Dividing his attention among several tasks, he silently recited the Calming Heart Mantra, shutting distracting thoughts out of his mind.
He also realized that someone had