Amid the dazzling thunderlight, Yang Lingrui's skeletal body remained unyielding, yet under the relentless scouring of the pitch-black tribulation lightning, countless cracks soon appeared across it.
Whether it had been the collapse of his Life Official True Form or the destruction of his physical body before, neither had affected the stability of Yang Lingrui's vitality.
But when this skeletal body began to crack, even Two Cats, who did not practice the Dao of Slaughter, could sense Yang Lingrui's life force draining away from a great distance.
"May the Great Dao bless him! May Heaven's mandate grant him grace!"
Seeing this, Two Cats continually kowtowed toward that patch of heaven and earth, praying that Yang Lingrui would survive this calamity.
Crack, crack.
As the fractures spread across the white bones, Yang Lingrui's body gradually showed signs of collapsing and scattering apart.
Sensing both his life force and aura weakening, the pitch-black tribulation lightning grew ever more violent, preparing to crush this Dao-seeking minor cultivator, who knew neither the height of heaven nor the depth of earth, into nothingness in one fell swoop.
Creak, creak, crack!—
Crack!—
Under the ferocious might of the ever-escalating tribulation lightning, Yang Lingrui's skeletal body finally could no longer endure after holding on for nearly half a shichen.
With several sharp cracks, the bones throughout his body snapped apart completely within the thunderlight.
"No! No!!—"
Seeing this, Two Cats, who had been kneeling and bowing below, shook his head and cried out loudly.
His eyes were filled with unwillingness, as though the cultivator breaking through his realm and crossing tribulation were himself.
As Yang Lingrui's skeletal body shattered and the last trace of life force was about to be devoured completely by the tribulation lightning, a heavy sense of despair began to spread through Two Cats' heart.