Chapter 289: Pill Tribulation

"Heavenly Tribulation?"

This Heavenly Tribulation arrived so suddenly and inexplicably that everyone was taken aback, unable to understand how something like a Heavenly Tribulation could appear at this pill conference.

Under normal circumstances, a Heavenly Tribulation should only appear when a powerhouse is breaking through, approaching or surpassing the limits of a world...

"The power is not very strong, though."

The moment the Heavenly Tribulation appeared, many Void Profound old monsters were startled. However, upon discovering that the power of the tribulation was extremely weak, roughly equivalent to...

Shortly after, Ji Mo's physical body healed, but it remained covered in cracks and had not returned to its peak, as that was impossible; after all, time was too tight.

"Where are you going!" Ji Mo roared, and the Hell Furnace behind him flew out, instantly swallowing the remaining half of the body that was bleeding heavily.

Xu Chunqiu reacted, instantly floating backward to a relatively safe place. Only then did he discover that the member of the Demon Clan who had stabbed him with a sword had actually lost his head, and in a rather bizarre way—it wasn't cut off by a sword, nor smashed by a heavy weapon; it was as if it had simply vanished into thin air.

Lu Kun looked with burning eyes at the Five-Claw Mountain Range, then gazed toward the peak in the middle of the range that shot straight into the clouds, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Not bad. It has been a long time since I last saw my dear grandson. Could it be that you know his whereabouts?" The old man Yuchi's gaze became increasingly sinister, his eyes fixed unblinkingly on the masked person.

In the darkness below, a white double-door appeared. In the upper-middle part of the door, there was a square window glowing with red light.

A look of utter despair appeared on the Su Grass Demon's awkward face. It had thought that by escaping the Living Man's Tomb, it could roam the world freely. Who knew that Long Teng's heart was so ruthless; if it didn't submit, death was the only path.

Rong Xiujie immediately ran over. When he reached the cart, the middle-aged man in the white coat had already regained consciousness. He stared at Rong Xiujie, his eyes gradually shifting from unfocused to vigilant.

"Ji Mo, don't be smug. Sooner or later, I will find evidence!" Gu Siying gritted her teeth. She had originally intended to use force to deal with Ji Mo today, but she hadn't expected Ji Mo's methods to be far more powerful than she had imagined. Clearly, using force now would not work.

Even they dared not be so unscrupulous, yet Mo Fan had snatched the lead. How were they supposed to maintain their reputation as the Four Bullies of Yangtian City?

Yuan Zhenxia had no idea what changes had occurred in that instant, and what happened next made him almost unable to believe his luck. He felt a sudden release on his shoulders; the giant's hands loosened, and his body sank, falling toward the ground.

Upon first contact, Meng Qi didn't feel much, but as he continued to exchange blows with the soldier at the very front of the 'Pin'-shaped formation, he realized that the situation was somewhat ominous.

"Go visit those two guys when you have time, see what kind of tricks they are up to, so we can be prepared," Chang Huang said softly.

The two guys he spoke of were Luo Jin and Sheng Yang.

Watching the two teams that had just entered the arena, it was a chaotic battle from the moment they started. The number of people in both teams was almost the same, but the difference in strength seemed vast. In the blink of an eye, the Zhao army team was completely swept off the stage by Zhan Gang's men.

This martial monk, whether in terms of physique or the characteristics of his bulging muscles and immense strength, was almost identical to the legendary Berserker.

Just as they were chatting for a while, the Marketing Department manager, Song Xiao, arrived outside the office, having lost control of his emotions.

"The three warriors of the Dragon Clan pay their respects to His Highness the Prince." The rough, booming voice echoed throughout the entire Prince Island, reaching the ears of all the Prince's disciples.

Due to the weather, the pitch-black night sky was only dotted with a few stars, and the occasional night bird flying past let out a screech, tearing through the unique tranquility of the night.

After speaking, he was the first to throw the black, spherical object in his hand toward Lei Bao, and his subordinates followed suit, instantly tossing over twenty bags at Lei Bao's feet.