Under the pressure of the ancient tribulation's power, Lu Qingshan's face was bulging with veins, his blood flowing rapidly, appearing extremely fierce.
He ignored the heavenly tribulation still brewing and the increasingly suffocating power of the rules, and continued to move forward, heading toward the tribulation sword.
The sweat dripping down his forehead increased, even intermingling with streaks of blood.
"Mother, Lu Qingshan, he?" Zang Xiaojian looked at this scene, his heart couldn't help but tighten, looking at Ming Yu with questioning eyes.
Facing Zang Xiaojian's gaze, Ming Yu hesitated for a moment, finally slightly shaking her head.
She couldn't think of any reason Lu Qingshan could cross this chasm of heaven.
"In a while, he should reach his limit, and then he will retreat knowing the difficulty." Ming Yu sighed.
How she wished that Lu Qingshan could create a miracle?
But the rules are fixed, there is no room for manipulation at all.
