"Whoosh!" At the moment he opened his eyes, he exhaled a heavy breath. Just as he tried to move his body, he felt a sharp pain.
The pain was excruciating.
During the cleansing of his divine body, he could endure it, and he eventually got used to it.
But now, having lost that cleansing tempering, he felt the pain acutely.
Unable to stand steadily, he collapsed directly.
Everyone rushed forward, and Wu Zuo, with reddened eyes, said, "It's over. Brother Wushuang has failed his Tribulation and is going to die!"
"Disband!" Wu Zuo wailed.
Upon hearing the word "disband", Jian Wushuang immediately sat up and, with a darkened face, said, "I'm not dead yet. Even if I failed the Tribulation, I'll just become a Scattered Tribulation cultivator. I won't die!"
After saying that, he really fainted.
This time, he was truly exhausted.
After closing his eyes, only a trace of his Thought power sensed the situation in front of him.
