Chapter 951 - 887: Reinforcements

The expressions of Di Liuxin and others were as if they had seen a ghost.

Even in such a situation, could they still mess around?

Above their heads, the storm changed rapidly, and the entire sky became even darker.

Immense pressure continued to spread downward.

Green thunderlight flashed incessantly within the clouds, and within the turbulent sea of clouds, a blurry figure could be vaguely seen.

Even though they knew the person above was stirring up trouble, the three of them had no means to deal with him.

"If he wants to die, let him."

Shang Wanfeng couldn’t help but twitch at the corner of his mouth. What could he do? The opponent didn’t care about his life, but he did!

Unable to resist, he shifted his gaze toward Jiang Xinyuan, aware of the other’s capabilities, whose strength might not surpass his, yet mastered the destruction rules of Tribulation Thunder.

In other words, Jiang Xinyuan was quite suitable to go up there.

"I’m not going up there, you go if you want."

Seeing through the other’s thoughts, Jiang Xinyuan refused without a second thought.

He could briefly lead the Tribulation Thunder, but it was brief, and afterward, he would face thousands of Tribulation Thunders’ baptism.

Not to mention that the bastard was clearly enhancing the intensity of the Tribulation Thunder.

What’s after the green Tribulation Thunder?

No one knows, and probably no one wants to know.

Anyway, he wouldn’t want to open such a blind box, let alone gamble with his life.

Shang Wanfeng had no choice but to look up and shout loudly at the shadow.

"Boss, could you hurry up?"

Since no one was stopping it, all he could do was urge the person above to speed up the descent of the Celestial River.

For a long while, there was no response, yet the speed of the shadow’s manifestation could be seen gradually accelerating.

The small world was likely to be abandoned.

Jiang Xinyuan and Di Liuxin exchanged a silent look, already understanding the cost.

"Once the Celestial River descends, there can be no losing."

Jiang Xinyuan’s expression was grave, realizing that after this, the small world would be no different from the Central Continent, losing any cultivation advantages.

After this, the battle with Yama Hall would truly be a fight to the death.

Only one could stay.

Above, Han Yu was already exhausting his abilities, sending all sorts of Divine Techniques against the Tribulation Clouds, even directly challenging the baseline of Tribulation Thunder.

This was something he hadn’t done last time.

What lies above the Tribulation Clouds?

This was far more likely to provoke it than a mere challenge, and even before breaking through the clouds, white Tribulation Thunder triggered from within.

Its entire form was like white jade, invoking awe even before fully manifesting.

"I suppose I’m the Tribulation Thunder explorer of the Central Continent now?"

Han Yu mocked himself, calculating how many kinds of Tribulation Thunders existed seemed only determined by how many times he could provoke them.

Blue, purple, red, green, white!

In the end, there was no chance to ascend above the Tribulation Clouds, for the white Tribulation Thunder had already come down, its velocity exceeding previous Tribulation Thunders and its momentum far greater.

In almost an instant, it completely destroyed the ancient forest.

Han Yu did not delay, an aurora maneuvering downward, dragging the white Thunder Sea behind as he charged towards the Celestial River.

Lightning flashed in between, falling indiscriminately, Han Yu barely managed to evade using his Body Technique, while the cultivators below fared miserably, having only gotten a slight chance to breathe, never imagining such an apocalyptic scene.

How terrifying was the white Tribulation Thunder that a little elder, unable to dodge, was directly reduced to flying ash.

Di Liuxin’s face instantly turned green, he wanted to flee!

Jiang Xinyuan, with a blackened face, secretly gathered thunder trying to lead the Tribulation Thunder again, only to find that the power of the rule’s prototype opposite him was drawn away instead.

He couldn’t control it, not only could he not control it, but the white Tribulation Thunder could even reverse control his rules.

Boom!

Within the shadow of the Celestial River, it seemed someone behind it was quickly responding, the speed of the shadow solidifying increased significantly.

"Twenty breaths."

A cold voice echoed, and the three below swiftly took action.

Amidst the surging Dharma Aspects, they directly faced the Tribulation Thunder head-on.

Under the convergence of the three forces, Spiritual Power tides erupted into a brilliant star river, and in the next moment, colossal stars continually emerged from the star river, crashing down on both Han Yu and the Tribulation Thunder.

Thunder raged, splitting continuously, directed both at Han Yu and at the trio from Celestial Dao Sect.

Under numerous strikes, Han Yu was the first to be struck in the waist, and just as Di Liuxin showed a smile, he unexpectedly found a charred body rushing over, enveloping him in a big hug.

Di Liuxin’s face turned deathly pale, wanting to curse, but already had no time.

The second strike of lightning naturally fell steadily, and two mouthfuls of blood simultaneously sprayed, splattering each other’s faces.

Di Liuxin barely managed to withstand half the force with his Dharma Aspect, struggling together with Han Yu to endure the other half of the Tribulation Thunder.

Instantly, their blood-covered faces were filled with ferocity.

On the other side, Jiang Xinyuan was still attempting to lead, but another wave of reverse capture by the Tribulation Thunder swelled it even more, leaving him with a headache, forced to temporarily avoid the sharp edge.

Only Shang Wanfeng still guarded the Celestial River, having no choice but to hold steady.

He was the strongest here; if they needed to buy time, it could only be him.

His fingers continuously pointed, sending rays of light towards the Tribulation Thunder, immediately causing it to hover in mid-air.

Yet, in just an instant, the Tribulation Thunder moved again, and he repeatedly pointed out, halting the Tribulation Thunder once more.

Unexpectedly, even the rules of deception could confuse the Tribulation Thunder, though the time is short, it was already enough.

The Celestial River’s shadow kept descending, instantly manifesting a substantial river flow, as Shang Wanfeng gestured, a winding branch stream emerged.

This stream was like a Tribulation Thunder nemesis, extinguishing it into nothingness almost without a trace.

"You ultimately didn’t stop it,"

Di Liuxin coldly laughed, looking at the dark figure in front of him and his wretched face.

Han Yu’s waning aura immediately revitalized, gritting his teeth and kicking the man flying.

Poor Di Liuxin flew backwards a league, his face full of disbelief, wondering how the other’s vitality could still be so vigorous.

Though he was half-dead, the other could still become lively instantly.

Han Yu suddenly raised his head, looking at the more than half-revealed Celestial River, gritting his teeth.

There was still a chance, to cut the remaining half.

"You have no chance!"

At this moment, Jiang Xinyuan intervened sideways; with the Celestial River’s imminent descent, as soon as it settled, then it would be the time to deal with this little devil properly.

He gazed at the ravaged stone platform and the more than half-reduced manpower, gritting his teeth in anger.

It was all caused by this little devil.

Even with the Celestial River’s descent, the Celestial Dao Sect suffered a massive loss,

That cursed Yama Hall was intentionally helping him break through to disgust them.

As for this damned fellow, gladly being used as a tool, causing them such massive losses.

With this thought, Jiang Xinyuan wore a murderous look, "Once the Celestial River descends, you will die."

The shadowed figure of Han Yu was forced to a halt, loudly roaring, "Get lost."

Today wasn’t the time to tussle with these guys; if there had to be a fight, it would be after he drove back the Celestial River.

Jiang Xinyuan directly blocked him with a Dharma Aspect; on the other side, the hapless Di Liuxin, at some point, had flown back, looking dejected but also blocking with a Dharma Aspect.

Just as Han Yu was about to use the Mask of All Phenomena, suddenly everything went dark!

Shang Wanfeng had also arrived.

Elsewhere, two figures were making their way across the sea.

Artifact Spirit was riding on the head of the old Taoist, who kept using the Celestial Chasm to traverse the ocean.

With continuous displays, their speed increased rapidly.

"If there’s a chance later, have that boy join forces with me, but if things become irretrievable, you must persuade that boy to find a way to escape first."

The elderly Taoist’s youthful face was extremely solemn, his tone deep with reminders.

"I can only hold it off for a moment; if he doesn’t escape, everyone will fall in."