Inopportune

Seeing that both of the only countermeasures had failed, Lin Shen knew this time was in the bag.

Some of the God-Making Race had already begun to retreat quietly. Against such a terrifying Emperor Tian Shu, sheer numbers were no longer enough to win.

What was more, Emperor Tian Shu was not alone. He had the support of the Celestial Race behind him, and the Celestial Race's foundations were no less formidable.

No matter how Wei Er erupted with power or shifted his body, the omnipresent light seemed to have locked onto him. Every action was futile. More and more light patterns appeared on his body, and he looked as though he might shatter at any moment.

Suddenly, the light around Emperor Tian Shu dimmed sharply.

"What's going on?" Seeing the brightness fade, Lin Shen found the void, once dazzlingly white, now seeming to be covered in dark clouds.

Yet dark clouds could cover the sun, but they could not possibly obscure Emperor Tian Shu within the void. Therefore, there were no dark clouds—something could only have gone wrong with Emperor Tian Shu.

Lin Shen thought another enemy had appeared, but when his gaze swept over the area, he found no trace of anyone.

"It has finally come." An Yi stared at Emperor Tian Shu in the void, his expression turning extraordinarily grave.

"What has come?" Lin Shen turned to An Yi and asked. He had not noticed anything.

"The Death Tribulation," An Yi said.

"The Death Tribulation... it came at a time like this... why is it so inopportune..." Lin Shen's heart lurched. He hurriedly looked at Emperor Tian Shu, but could see nothing on him, only that the radiance surrounding him was weakening.

He had long heard of the Death Tribulation, and had also heard that no one