After understanding Tang Zhen's purpose, the cultivators immediately perked up and were eager to know the truth.
As for what kind of trouble this operation would cause, it was no longer important.
The cultivators of the green feather race weren't cowards either.
Since things had already happened, he had to persist until the end.
The lightning tribulation on the altar was getting stronger and stronger, and the damage it caused was getting more and more serious.
Before, his skin and flesh were injured, but now, his soul was injured. If the injuries continued to accumulate, even his vajra body would be turned to dust.
The cultivators of the spirit eye clan didn't have any defensive measures. They were only relying on their bodies to withstand the lightning tribulation.
If the situation continued to develop like this, he would probably be turned into a pile of charcoal in a dozen breaths.
"Why is there still no movement?"
