With this batch of high-level Path Seeking Realm fighters returning to reinforce them, coupled with Penglai Palace's Spiritual Connection cultivators entering the fray, the entire central battlefront swiftly became a one-sided rout.
Having lost Bai Ming, their primary general, the remaining demonic cultivators, no matter how viciously cunning or ferocious they were, could only be ground into dust before absolute power.
As the battle continued to unfold, this advantage against the enemy also shifted toward the north and south under the patrols of Dongfang Yingcai and the others.
If Yang Lingrui's arrival had been a major turning point in the battle across the Northwest heartland, then Yang Yuanhong's descent as a true dragon had now completely altered the course of the entire war in the Barbarian Land.
Rumble...
Rumble...
Looking again at that forbidden region shrouded in tribulation clouds, even after an hour had passed, peals of thunder could still be heard.
Yet compared with when Yang Yuanhong had first charged into the tribulation clouds, the thunder now sounded markedly weaker.
By all reason, with the person undergoing the tribulation already nowhere to be found, this tribulation should have dispersed.
Even if Yang Yuanhong had forcibly kept it here by crashing in and hijacking the tribulation, it had endured for as long as it possibly could.
After an hour of struggling and tangling with him, the true form of the tribulation within the clouds had truly had enough of Yang Yuanhong's unreasonable antics, forcing it to work overtime for no reason at all for so long.
Moreover, this brat was downright insatiable. That dragon body had clearly devoured every benefit it could, yet he still seemed utterly unsatisfied.
Now, as the power of the Great Dao gradually receded, the tribulation no longer cared about anything else. No matter how Yang