Especially after Li Yan transformed the Guiyi Water-Parting Spikes into fine needles, they became a skyful of needle rain, multiplying the power of his attacks.
For a time, furious roars rang out from the golden pillar of light. Unfortunately, those outside could not see what was happening within!
As everyone waited anxiously and helplessly, the time it took to drink a cup of tea soon passed. The roars within the golden light grew fainter, but many people only became more anxious.
At one point, the golden pillar at the center of the Heavenly Tribulation suddenly gave a sharp crack. In an instant, it shattered like a mirror.
Under Mo Qing's and Wei Zhongran's observing Divine Sense, Li Yan's figure instantly appeared.
His aura was in disarray. The wounds covering his body, large and small, could no longer be distinguished as new or old. He was drenched in blood, with ghastly white bones exposed.
He held two spirit stones in his hands and looked up at the sky, panting heavily.
At the sight, a smile appeared on Wei Zhongran's face, and much of the weight finally lifted from his heart, although he had been sensing all along that Li Yan's aura had not faded away.
Even so, his emotions continued to surge. He was worried about Li Yan, and he was also helpless in the face of Zhao Min's irrational behavior.
Li Yan looked up at the sky. By now, the magical power within his body had long since been replenished. His disordered aura was merely an act, and he was deliberately suppressing the recovery of some of his wounds.
Clang! Clang!
Two sounds that pierced heaven and earth came from the center of the rapidly spinning, pitch-black clouds. Then two streaks of light, one black and one white, shot out