"What a spectacle!"

The Artifact Spirit still found the time to joke about Han Yu’s body, after all, everyone bore the same face.

"Aren’t you worried about my survival?"

Han Yu wore a grim expression, holding a giant boulder the size of a mountain with one hand, raindrops crashed onto him with loud splattering sounds. Fierce winds brought a chill below him, accompanied by ghostly wails. In short, he felt terrible.

"You insisted on continuing the chase, and besides, you’re still alive."

The Artifact Spirit’s cheerful demeanor particularly annoyed Han Yu, but it didn’t seem to mind.

Though Han Yu looked disheveled, at least he was unharmed, as long as he was not hurt, the unlucky ones would be those four fellows.

Indeed, except for the one transformed into a boulder, the other three’s expressions drastically changed.

What kind of freak is this!

They had never encountered such an intensely abnormal physical entity before. With their abilities, they feared even facing any Divine Platform Realm cultivator might lead to death!

Han Yu followed the principle: if you can’t kill me, I’ll kill you. With a roar, he violently threw the mountainous boulder towards the three, his figure swiftly following.

The wind-wielding cultivator’s face paled, intending to blow Han Yu away, unexpectedly a sea of fire emerged, instead augmenting the opponent’s domain with the wind.

The sea of fire surged instantly, as Han Yu laughed and immediately struck, engulfing the three completely. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

The boulder returned, but this time Han Yu didn’t plan to withstand it. With a thunderous punch, the mountain shook with earth-shattering force, shattering the mountain and revealing a continuously bleeding figure.

Vines flung out to securely bind him, adding another locust to the collection. Then Han Yu dived into the sea of fire, and in the next moment, fiery serpents writhed, spreading with a prairie fire momentum...

The remaining eight cultivators grew increasingly uneasy, despite being cautious enough, even when facing a Divine Platform Realm cultivator, they had never been reckless.

But why hadn’t anyone else joined them until now?

Even if there were other ambushes, it shouldn’t be so absurd, excluding them eight, where was everyone else?

Until a fiery blaze spread through the sky, it was only then that their expressions changed and they hurriedly gave chase.

When the eight rushed over, it coincided with Han Yu emerging raggedly from the sea of fire.

Naturally, the focus was on his gleefully binding the spoils of war, a highly addictive sight.

What a damn picture, seven Divine Platform Realm cultivators hanging from a single vine.

The eight’s expressions were extremely unpleasant; they had never suffered such humiliation.

Incidentally, Han Yu had just counted a bit, and thinking eight were left, all eight arrived.

One versus two, no pressure.

One versus three, the advantage is mine.

One versus four, a large advantage.

One versus eight...

Just as Han Yu thought to give it a shot, the opponent unleashed a torrent of overwhelming power.

Damn!

Initially considering going all out for a fight, but seeing knives and boiling oil combined heading his way, Han Yu decisively turned and ran.

"They might not kill you."

The Artifact Spirit laughed so much it was gasping for air, after all, it had been some time since it saw Han Yu so pathetically retreat.

Of course, not being killed doesn’t mean I wouldn’t be affected.

Faced with such a formation, only a fool would willingly endure it.

Circle around, and later catch them off guard again later.

Yet while his thoughts were optimistic, the people behind weren’t willing to quit, especially since Han Yu was running while dragging a vine, with seven of their companions still speared on it.

This scene was an absolute magnet for hatred!

All eight Yama Hall cultivators chased with reddened eyes, violently pursuing for ten, twenty, even thirty miles behind, never letting go.

"And our task?"

During this pursuit, someone occasionally realized, reminding them of their uncompleted mission, meant to go to the Central Continent, yet they hadn’t even left the gate!

Yet even so, being blocked and beaten right after leaving, most were still agitated.

Especially thinking about that vine, ultimately the minority yielded to the majority’s demand.

Kill him!

Han Yu even innocently complained internally, why were these people still chasing?

"You’ve skewered their companions together, it’s no wonder they want to kill you."

The Artifact Spirit couldn’t help but sigh while rubbing its forehead, sensing that things were about to get lively.

Liveliness wasn’t something to mix with Han Yu, as combining Han Yu and liveliness would definitely cause trouble.

"Why did the sky darken!"

The Artifact Spirit’s thoughts were interrupted, suddenly pausing and hurriedly peering through the Sea of Consciousness to view the outside world, surprised to almost curse aloud.

Its senses weren’t wrong, someone truly was provoking the Tribulation Thunder.

This wasn’t the main point, the issue was Han Yu had strayed into the thunderstorm area!

Outside, Han Yu was focused on flying, like a stream of light, traversing like lightning, only when the scenery rapidly shifted around him was it too late.

As a thunderbolt thick as a water barrel struck his forehead, his meteor-like speed abruptly stopped...

Wang Xingzhi displayed an expression of being both moved and confused when looking at him, just after desperately resisting one wave of Tribulation Thunder, all eleven felt like wilted eggplants.

They had survived the Tribulation Thunder, but it was a test-like one, not the lethal kind.

Today’s phenomenon aimed at extinguishing all resentment, exceedingly strong initially, and with the group involved, the Tribulation Thunder’s intensity had undoubtedly risen another level.

As they planned to collectively withstand the second wave of Tribulation Thunder, a random victim inexplicably stepped up to endure it for them.

Once they processed this, they swiftly recognized Han Yu.

A good person!

Chivalrous!

Various praises emerged about Han Yu, and Han Yu?

At this moment, he felt numb all over, almost wetting his pants.

Tribulation Thunder, regardless of how many times experienced, the same familiar taste remained, potent! Wild!

The Artifact Spirit in the Sea of Consciousness was already regrettably slapping its forehead.

You mindlessly provoked Tribulation Thunder!

Are you tired of living, or just arrogant thinking you could withstand it last time?

"Do you truly believe Tribulation Thunder has no power over you?"

The Artifact Spirit sneered heavily.

Han Yu felt truly innocent, he stumbled into this accidentally, if he had flown slower, he’d prefer to turn back and fight those chasing him.

Su Xiaoxiao also noticed this imp she had once teased, her expression peculiar.

Withstanding Tribulation Thunder with pure physical strength?

How tough must one’s fate be to accomplish such a thing?

They still needed Spiritual Power to shield themselves before daring to touch Tribulation Thunder, yet this young brat used his head to face the thunder?

It wasn’t only Su Xiaoxiao who was moved, the four powerful figures behind her were similarly dumbfounded.

"Tribulation Thunder passing? I’m just passing through, you guys carry on."

Han Yu quietly opened his mouth and exhaled lightly, yes, still filled with familiar Tribulation Thunder aroma. After surveying the surroundings, he immediately noticed the familiar face of Wang Xingzhi.

He hurriedly waved, intending to retreat.

The debtor must face the creditor, so afflictions find their rightful owners.

Just as he tugged on the vine to escape, attention again shifted to the seven locusts... cultivators hanging from it.

Yama Hall!

Simultaneously, eight streaming beams charged forward. They had exerted every effort to catch up, and at this moment, seeing Han Yu pause, couldn’t help but feel delighted.

"You cannot escape!"

Elsewhere, Lei Wang gazed towards the horizon’s thunderclouds, seemingly now static, which usually meant either the Tribulation Thunder was reassessing or preparing to dissipate.

"Looks like it’s over, don’t let them escape, Bridge Granny!"

Near him, an old woman laughed cheerfully, conjuring a stone bridge spanning the void, as a group ascended its steps...