Lei Yun'er was stunned by the clan leader's shout. She didn't know what had happened, but her words were hard to believe. Clearly, the clan leader had supported her so much before.
"No, I refuse." Lei Yun'er was furious, her stubborn temper rising, completely ignoring the words of the Lei Sun clan chief, and simply stood beside Long Chen.
"Pfft"
Lei Yun'er had just stood beside Long Chen when a thunderous spear pierced through her chest, piercing her body. Lei Yun'er's eyes were filled with disbelief.
Because the one who stabbed her was none other than Long Chen. She looked at him, feeling the sharp pain in her chest and the rapidly passing of life, and trembled as she asked,
"Why is that?" Don't you want to have a child with me? "
Sorry, I never intended to have a child with you from the start. I was just using you.
Since you helped me enter the Star Domain Divine Realm, I'll leave you with a whole corpse. Long Chen said coldly.
"Whoosh!"
Long Chen's spear trembled, and Lei Yun'er spat out a mouthful of blood. Like a meteor, she was thrown out of the heavenly tribulation by Long Chen.
The Thunder Sun clan chief was both shocked and furious:
"Long Chen, you ungrateful bastard, just you wait! I'm going to tear you to pieces."
He opened his large hand to catch Lei Yun'er's body, only to find that Lei Yun'er had completely lost her breath, even her soul fluctuations had vanished. The Lei Sun clan leader, consumed by rage, also spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Quick, use the Bloodline Soul-Reviving Technique to see if we can save her." An elder from the Lei Falcon clan shouted loudly.
That old man was the previous clan leader of the Lei Sun clan. Although old and frail, he was highly respected. Upon hearing his words, hundreds of thousands of Lei Sun clan experts used their bloodline power to perform secret techniques, hoping to save Lei Yun'er's life.
But the master of the Saint Pill Hall only glanced at Lei Yun'er and didn't look further. With his soul power, he could easily sense that the soul fire on Lei Yun'er's brow had already been extinguished, she was dead, and all the efforts of the Lei Falcon clan had been in vain.
"Bastard, I want to avenge Yoona." The leader of the Lei Sun clan was in tears; he knew that the hope of saving Lei Yun'er was extremely slim.
"Yoon-ah is not dead. Her soul is sealed within the demon core, and it is sealed with the power of thunder.
Long Chen wouldn't kill Yoon-ah; he probably wanted to distance himself from us, afraid we might get dragged into it. As the Thunder Falcon clan chief roared, the old chief's voice echoed in his mind. This was bloodline transmission, only used among clan members; others couldn't hear it.
"Really?"
The clan leader of the Lei Sun clan was startled and hurriedly examined Lei Yun'er's demon core. Just as the clan leader had said, a layer of powerful thunder enveloped Lei Yun'er's dantian, and through the lightning seal, one could vaguely sense the fluctuations of Lei Yun'er's soul.
"Don't let anyone see your flaws. Keep showing your anger." The old clan leader sent a voice transmission.
Meanwhile, the Lei Falcon clan was desperately trying to save Lei Yun'er, while during the heavenly tribulation, eighteen powerful figures from the Mammoth Divine Elephant clan, including the Eighth Prince and Wuying, surrounded Long Chen completely.
But at this moment, their faces were grave. Having left the Divine Lord Immortal Realm, the thunder tribulation had become violent—previously a sheep, now a fierce tiger. The same thunder sword, now several times sharper than before.
Even they faced these black thunder swords with all their might, not daring to be careless.
But in contrast, Long Chen let the thunder sword strike his body, shattering it and turning into black thunder runes that he absorbed.
"Attack!"
The Eighth Prince of the Mammoth Divine Elephant clan let out a long howl, his blood and energy surging as he thrust his golden spear toward Long Chen. The phenomenon roared, the void trembled, and with a single strike, he delivered a fatal blow.
"Boom!"
Long Chen gripped his thunderous spear, neither dodging nor evading, and thrust down with a single thrust. Each spear collided, erupting with thunderous light and a deafening roar.
On the spear of the Eighth Prince of the Mammoth Divine Elephant clan, runes surged, and the ancient mammoth elephant behind it emitted a cry at the same time. Long Chen's thunder spear was shattered.
"This golden spear is the ancestral divine weapon of my Mammoth Divine Elephant clan. It can awaken the souls of your ancestors, making you invincible. To die beneath it is your honor." The Eighth Prince of the Mammoth Divine Elephant clan snorted coldly, shattering Long Chen's spear. The golden spear, like a bolt of lightning, shot straight at Long Chen's throat.
"Smack!"
The golden spear was just three inches from Long Chen's throat. Long Chen's dragon-scale-covered golden hand grabbed the spearhead and pushed it to the left.
"Boom!"
Long Chen blocked a Vajra Pestle with the spear of the Eighth Prince of the Mammoth Divine Elephant clan. It was a powerful figure with golden bull horns on his head and an exceptionally robust physique—the prodigy of the Golden Wild Bull clan.
"Ssshhh"
As Long Chen pushed aside the golden spear to block the Vajra Pestle, he used the momentum to retreat. A water-splitting spike flew past Long Chen's cheek, cutting off a lock of his hair. The sharp aura actually carved a bloody mark across Long Chen's cheek.
His strike was silent and unobtrusive, wielding utmost feminine power, with a sharp and ruthless angle. The attacker turned out to be the Shadow of the Water Duck clan.
"Oh, the taste of true dragon essence blood is really good. You killed the Thunder Falcon clan and that little wretch, and now I'm starting to like you a little." Wu Ying stuck out his tongue and licked off the trace of blood on the dagger, his eyes filled with excitement.
From that trace of blood, she sensed the powerful aura of a true dragon—a temptation that no beast clan could resist.
"Whoosh, whoosh...
Long Chen was forced to retreat repeatedly under the onslaught of the crowd. The thunder spear and thunder shield he had formed were shattered one after another.
The weapons in these people's hands were all divine weapons of great origin. Long Chen had no suitable weapons and was forced to retreat repeatedly.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, heaven and earth trembled. The tribulation clouds above the ninth heaven had somehow changed again. There were only four spatial gates, but after Long Chen shattered them, they reappeared.
However, this time there were only two gates. The moment they opened, countless beings with sharp claws and bodies wrapped in black mist shot up into the sky, pouring forth.
"Ghost Dao evil spirits, you really have appeared."
Long Chen looked at those beings and immediately recognized them as the ghost path evil spirits who had once hunted him into the Ink Sea in the Underworld, and sure enough, they had appeared during the heavenly tribulation.
The sheer number of these evil spirits made one's scalp tingle. Previously, the ancient corpses were counted in the tens of thousands, but these evil spirits were counted in the hundreds of millions.
These ghostly spirits surged forth from the tribulation clouds like two waterfalls stretching ten thousand miles, their faces ferocious as they charged at everyone.
The Eighth Prince and others of the Mammoth Divine Elephant clan's expressions changed instantly. They thought the Black Sword was the last wave and wanted to kill Long Chen quickly, but unexpectedly, there was still another wave.
When they saw these ghostly spirits shrouded in black mist, especially their ferocious, ghost-like faces, even Realm Kings broke out in a cold sweat. These spirits seemed like life-seeking ghosts from hellStrange, so scary.
"Kill him quickly."
The Eighth Prince of the Mammoth Divine Elephant Clan finally sensed something was wrong. Previously, he had a chance to withdraw from the heavenly tribulation, but these ghostly evil spirits were overwhelming, blocking their escape route. He felt uneasy.
The other experts also sensed something was wrong. These ghostly beings were endless, their auras equivalent to peak Immortal Kings. Over time, they too would die.
"Finish this quickly."
This time, Wuying was the first to strike, his body swirling with steam. In an instant, he split into eight clones and lunged at Long Chen.
"Well said, let's finish quickly."
Long Chen sneered, suddenly opening his large hand and shouting:
"Blade, come!"
With his shout, countless sword-wielding experts outside the heavenly tribulation all changed their expressions. Their long blades trembled uncontrollably within their sheaths.