A bolt of primal lightning entered the lightning whip from Wan Lei's body.
Liu Naiweng was covered in blood, and even his blood-fire had diminished greatly, while the flames and lightning on Wan Lei’s body showed no signs of weakening; instead, they intensified with his comprehension.
"This is the second whip, the lightning of cultivation!"
Wan Lei swung his second whip, which seemed to possess an auto-locking ability, tracking the enemy. No matter how Liu Naiweng dodged, the whip accurately struck him.
Liu Naiweng was sent flying again, this time creating a large crater in the ground.
A moment later, Liu Naiweng struggled to his feet. He knew he was extremely weak, and in this state, he couldn’t defeat the combined efforts of Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu.
His only option now was to defend and endure. As long as he could survive the immortal tribulation completely, he would be able to face any situation, whether fighting or fleeing, with ease.
Having made up his mind, Liu Naiweng stopped his suicidal attacks on Wan Lei. Instead, he took out his defensive treasures to block Wan Lei's attacks. However, Wan Lei would not give him the chance.
"The third whip, the Gengjin Divine Lightning!"
The white lightning whip struck Liu Naiweng with a mighty swing, shattering his defensive treasure and sending him flying.
Liu Naiweng, spitting blood, painfully got up. The third wave of light swords, four in total, arrived.
Three people, each facing four light swords.
After enduring the third wave of light sword attacks, Liu Naiweng immediately began preparing his defenses.
"The fourth whip, the Yimu Divine Lightning!"
Crack!
With a thunderous whip crack that tore through the air, Liu Naiweng was sent flying like a dead dog.
He crashed heavily to the ground, his life or death uncertain.
The fourth wave of divine soul tribulation, eight light swords, attacked!
Liu Naiweng was close to losing consciousness. Both his physical injuries and the damage to his soul had left him severely wounded. By all rights, he should have already fainted or even died.
But he didn't. He was an immortal; he was powerful. This meant he had to endure more suffering, and it also meant there was still a possibility for him to turn the tide.
Fang Xiaoyu did not pause for a second, continuously using his divine sense abilities to attack Liu Naiweng’s sea of consciousness.
Killing an immortal was far more than just destroying their physical body. Gouzi had said that after an immortal’s physical body died, their soul could still survive in the universe outside the Underworld. Immortal souls and mortal souls were different.
Therefore, while killing the enemy’s physical body, they also had to obliterate their soul.
"This is the fifth whip, the Kuishui Divine Lightning!"
Boom!
The whip, long and supple like flowing water, struck Liu Naiweng, smashing him into the ground once more.
Whether Liu Naiweng was feigning death or truly incapacitated, Wan Lei showed no slackening. He would not rest until he destroyed Liu Naiweng's physical body and annihilated his soul.
Facing such an enemy, one could not afford even the slightest carelessness!
The fifth wave of divine soul tribulation brought sixteen light swords, which swept towards Liu Naiweng, and another sixteen light swords came towards them.
The excruciating pain in their souls made Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu break out in cold sweats. Fortunately, the two had managed to discern a pattern.
Generally, heavenly tribulations, including immortal tribulations, started with one wave, followed by nine in the second, eighteen in the third, and so on, reaching seventy-two in the ninth wave.
However, divine soul tribulations were different. The first wave had one light sword, the second had two, and it continued to double from there. By the ninth wave, it was estimated to be two hundred and fifty-six light swords.
"The sixth whip, the Binghuo Divine Lightning!"
The whip, crackling with flames, was swung powerfully, scorching over half of Liu Naiweng’s body, leaving him charred black like charcoal.
The sixth wave of light swords arrived, indeed as Wan Lei had calculated, with thirty-two light swords.
"The seventh whip, the Xutu Divine Lightning!"
Wan Lei swung his seventh whip, and then the seventh wave of light swords arrived.
"The eighth whip, the lightning of the Heavenly Dao!"
The whip, imbued with the aura of the Heavenly Dao, was swung, directly severing Liu Naiweng's legs.
The eighth wave of light swords arrived. This wave caused even Wan Lei and Fang Xiaoyu to cry out in pain. As for Liu Naiweng, though he couldn't feel pain, he knew his soul had become extremely weak.
Just as Wan Lei was about to swing his ninth whip, he suddenly changed his mind and replaced it with the Abyssal Underworld Lightning.
As expected, this ninth whip did not kill Liu Naiweng.
However, what surprised Wan Lei was that not only did this ninth whip fail to kill Liu Naiweng, it actually made him stand up.
Liu Naiweng's legs had been completely severed. He was now floating, supported by the blood energy within him.
At this moment, Liu Naiweng looked utterly pathetic. Not only were both his legs broken, but his clothes were gone, and his body was charred black, with blood dripping from the cracks.
If Wan Lei hadn't kept his eyes fixed on Liu Naiweng, he wouldn't have recognized him.
"Hahahaha, you little thief, your nine whips are all used up. You probably won't be able to recover in a short time. Now, let's see what other divine abilities you have to block my Blood Drop Sword!"
Liu Naiweng’s voice was hoarse, but it couldn't hide his excitement. He had been feigning death, pretending to be defenseless, solely to lure out all of Wan Lei’s abilities so he could unleash his ultimate move.
The blood dripping from Liu Naiweng’s body gradually transformed into a blood sword in his hand. This blood sword emanated a terrifying resentment, filled with an aura of decay and ruin, making it incredibly bizarre.
"Hahahaha, little thief, in the end, it is I who win, hahahaha…"
Liu Naiweng laughed, then suddenly stopped. He saw that Wan Lei on the opposite side also had a mocking smile on his lips, and a more vast and majestic lightning aura was circulating on the whip in his hand.
"What is that? Putting on a show!"
Liu Naiweng snorted coldly. The blood sword in his hand drew upon all the blood energy in heaven and earth, slashing towards Wan Lei with the force of cleaving the heavens and earth.
"Gouzi, it's up to you."
Wan Lei raised his whip, and the Origin Lightning on it illuminated, slicing through the sky, splitting and dissipating all the blood energy in the world, and striking the Blood Drop Sword.
The impure blood energy of the Blood Drop Sword was no match for the vast Origin Lightning. In an instant, it was shattered. Following that, the whip, without any obstruction, struck Liu Naiweng.
The power of origin of the Origin Lightning, the status of the universe's beginning, its supremely righteous aura, dispelled all evil and annihilated all demonic paths.
Liu Naiweng's blood immortal body, a body containing the resentment of countless living beings' blood energy, before the Origin Lightning representing justice and order…
Exploded into pieces!
Under this whip, Liu Naiweng's physical body was directly reduced to dust, with no possibility of revival.