"Die, die! As long as you die first by my hand, the so-called heavenly tribulation, having lost its anchor, will naturally disintegrate..."
Jester Emperor stared intently, his complexion growing ever paler.
He was terrified that Ye Hanjun wouldn't die, unleashing his flurry of skills without daring to pause.
But the nightmarish scene actually unfolded—despite being seriously injured and facing a move that would certainly kill even a False God.
Ye Hanjun simply wouldn't draw his last breath, always having one lingering in his throat, his pupils of red and black still shimmering with endless gloom.
"Is this what they call running out of tricks?"
Ye Hanjun murmured, glancing at the sword in his hand.
This tribulation was completely different from the last one.
Last time, it required integrating abilities, uniting Contracted Fond Spirits, and battling through each stage.