Wan Lei's body erupted with lightning, nine-colored lightning encircling him, bestowing upon him the complete authority of the God of Thunder. He was the will of heavenly punishment and tribulation, the supreme God of Thunder!
"Not enough. Qian Niao, lend me your Abyssal Nether Lightning!"
The heavily wounded demon, Qian Niao, knelt on one knee, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and let out a hearty laugh.
"You refused it before, and now you come asking for it again. Have you no shame?"
Despite his words, Qian Niao generously gifted his Abyssal Nether Lightning to Wan Lei.
"Kid, take the Abyssal Nether Lightning. Let me see if a prodigy from your true realm can slay an immortal with mortal power!"
The black lightning instantly merged into Wan Lei's body. Instead of the usual contamination and destruction, it harmonized with his other lightning.
Freed from the nine rune constraints of the Thunder God's Hammer, Wan Lei could now absorb all kinds of primordial lightning without limitation, further enhancing his combat power and lightning.
Wan Lei soared into the sky, lightning swirling around him, like a deity descending.
No, he was already the true God of Thunder.
"Everyone, get out of the way!"
Wan Lei roared. The members of the Thunder Emperor Alliance before him felt his aura grow even more powerful upon seeing him.
Supporting and carrying each other, they hastily retreated from the battlefield.
Wan Lei had returned, stronger than ever. They no longer needed to fight alongside him; their presence would only distract Wan Lei, forcing him to protect them.
As seasoned warriors, they knew this was not the time for sentimentality. Everyone had to do what they were meant to do to achieve victory, not make futile sacrifices.
Liu Naiweng saw Wan Lei rise again and burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, you don't even have a weapon. Are you going to fight me with your bare fists?!"
"Even if I have to fight with my fists, and my fists shatter, I still have my knees, my teeth, and my head. As long as I have a breath left, I will continue to fight you!"
Lightning crackled and exploded around Wan Lei. He no longer needed to ignite any runes to unleash his innate divine abilities.
At that very moment, the third wave of heavenly tribulation arrived.
The sky was filled with countless bolts of lightning. This was because everyone else had withdrawn from the battlefield, leaving only Wan Lei, Fang Xiaoyu, and Liu Naiweng. If they had remained, many would have been instantly killed or injured.
After all, even Wan Lei could not guarantee he could control so much celestial tribulation lightning for multiple people simultaneously.
Now, three portions were just right.
Wan Lei used his authority as the God of Thunder to draw down the lightning from the sky and charged towards Liu Naiweng.
The myriad bolts of lightning swirled around him, condensing onto his fist, making it incredibly sharp.
The God of Thunder descended from the sky, the heavenly tribulation following in his wake.
Seeing this, Liu Naiweng did not dare to underestimate him and immediately prepared his defenses.
Wan Lei utilized the Wind Blade遁术, drawing upon the lightning, and in an instant, punched Liu Naiweng in the chest.
Liu Naiweng immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward. Upon closer inspection, a large hole had appeared in his chest.
Without hesitation, Liu Naiweng drew upon the surrounding blood qi to replenish himself, healing his wounds while simultaneously engaging Wan Lei in combat.
Liu Naiweng was, after all, an immortal realm expert. The return of the ten primordial lightning bolts had not brought about a qualitative change in Wan Lei's cultivation. In their battle, Wan Lei was still at a disadvantage.
Fang Xiaoyu arrived to assist, and the three were locked in combat once more.
The fourth wave of lightning arrived. Wan Lei seized the opportunity, drew upon the lightning, and once again sent Liu Naiweng flying.
In the subsequent battles, Wan Lei, with the aid of the heavenly tribulation, repeatedly injured Liu Naiweng. By the time the ninth wave of tribulation arrived, Wan Lei descended from the heavens, carrying all the lightning, and punched Liu Naiweng squarely on the head.
Despite having already broken through to the immortal realm, he was engaged in a back-and-forth battle with two juniors undergoing tribulation. Liu Naiweng was already enraged to the extreme.
Seeing Wan Lei charge at him, he drew his Azure Scale Sword. The sword blazed with light, transforming into a colossal blade that slashed across the sky, striking at Wan Lei.
Wan Lei's lightning clashed with the giant sword, producing a deafening roar. The immense recoil generated colossal waves, tossing Liu Naiweng, Wan Lei, and Fang Xiaoyu all backward.
Liu Naiweng crashed heavily onto the ground, spitting blood and covered in wounds, struggling to remain standing.
Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu were no better off. Their cultivation was inferior to Liu Naiweng's, and they relied on their armor and the robustness of their thunder and wind bodies. Their injuries were comparable to Liu Naiweng's.
The three of them rose to their feet once more.
"You brat, the lightning tribulation is over. Let's see how arrogant you can be now!"
Liu Naiweng wiped the blood from his lips, his disheveled appearance devoid of the elegance and freedom of an immortal realm expert.
"Without the lightning tribulation, I'll still kill you!"
This battle taught Wan Lei that even immortal realm experts were not invincible. They bled when wounded, their energy depleted, and they could be defeated.
"Die."
Liu Naiweng unleashed his blood-colored immortal qi, which instantly spread out. All the blood qi from the Liu family surged towards them, transforming into drops of blood rain before Liu Naiweng.
Each drop of rain contained a torrent of destructive, desolate energy.
The power of this blood rain far surpassed Wan Lei's purple rain, not due to its inherent quality, but because of Wan Lei's lower cultivation and the blood rain's more impure, mixed, and corrosive nature.
Previously, a few dozen drops of blood rain could corrode Wan Lei's armor. Now, it was a sky full of it.
Wan Lei did not know how long his thunder armor and Fang Xiaoyu's mechanical armor could withstand it, but once the armor was completely corroded, they would have to endure the blood rain with their mortal bodies.
The blood rain before them shot towards them fiercely. Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu retreated rapidly, attempting to dodge. But even if they dodged, how could they evade this omnipresent blood rain?
Suddenly, Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu felt an extremely fierce wind from behind them, preventing them from retreating further and pushing them towards the blood rain.
Just as they believed it was over, the blood rain...
Was actually blown back by the wind.
"It's the Gale Tribulation, the second trial of the celestial tribulation!"
Wan Lei exclaimed in delight.
"Xiaoyu, the lightning tribulation was my domain. Now, it's your turn to shine."
Fang Xiaoyu did not even reply. The moment she sensed the arrival of the Gale Tribulation, she had already begun trying to align herself with it.
She channeled the wind power within her, forming a protective barrier of wind around her body while attempting to control the gale.
After all, this gale's physical pressure was extremely fierce. She could use wind power to protect herself, but Wan Lei could only endure it head-on.
"Fine, I'll endure it. I have thick skin anyway. Consider it body tempering." Fang Xiaoyu had no time to worry about him now.