Chapter 1891

"Boom!"

"Crack!"

"Snap!"

Bolts of lightning, from every direction, continuously bombarded Wu Feng's body. He still sat cross-legged, his hands placed on his knees.

The power of the Red Carp Demon Blood seemed to be fully released at this moment, beginning to struggle with all its might against the bombardment of the lightning.

"As long as I hold on for another quarter of an hour, I should be able to succeed in the Tribulation!"

Wu Feng's mind remained persistent, enduring the burning pain of the lightning on his body.

However, just as this Lei Jie was about to end, with about three minutes left, the lightning suddenly surged ten thousand times over. Countless bolts of lightning, from countless directions, bombarded Wu Feng's body all at once.

"Hahaha, I said it, I said it, see? You reap what you sow. This kid must have used some extraordinary method to form such a terrifying Lei Jie!"

Emperor Haotian, seeing this scene, suddenly could not suppress a wild laugh, pointing his finger downward as he spoke loudly.

"After all that, Haotian, you really did hope he would die, didn't you? It seems he didn't provoke you, did he?"

Taibai Jinxing frowned, looked at Haotian, and said with some dissatisfaction.

"Exactly. It wasn't easy for him to cultivate to the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm, was it? Besides, now that the other world is about to invade, if such a powerhouse exists within the Three Realms, isn't that a good thing for us?"

Nezha looked at Haotian, his eyes clearly showing some reproach.

Haotian pursed his lips, restrained his smile, and stopped speaking. He just quietly watched below.

At this moment, all the immortals in the sky were watching this scene below.

"Ah!"

Wu Feng suddenly roared at the sky, the veins on his neck bulging.

What he never expected was that at the very last moment, an unpredictably powerful lightning array would appear. Even in history books, one could not see such a powerful Lei Jie.

The only thing he could think of was that this was not an opportunity; this was, in fact, his own forced doing, and such a result would lead to an ultimately uncontrollable sea of lightning.

He finally collapsed, his hands dropping powerlessly. Countless bolts of lightning passed through his body, and he fell toward the ground like a stone.

The lightning array in the air gradually began to calm down, while Wu Feng's body dragged a trail of black smoke in the sky.

"Dead?"

Emperor Haotian leaned forward, stroked his beard, and said leisurely.

Among the immortals, some were smug, some wore expressions of regret, and others cast looks of dissatisfaction at Haotian.

Supposedly, if a Tribulation fails, it is not as simple as death, but the soul scattering, never to enter reincarnation.

Ten thousand years ago, there was a Daoist priest with the surname Xu, a youth with talent unmatched by anyone, who ultimately died in a Lei Jie, and from then on, there was no more fame in the world. ===== CHAPTER 1893 =====