Do you still have the mind to worry about Qi Fortune?

The Artifact Spirit gritted its teeth in frustration; shouldn’t you prioritize your own survival at a time like this?

When the first purple Tribulation Thunder descended, Han Yu was already paralyzed on the spot. What kind of mind could afford to pay attention to those soon-to-be dead guys at this moment?

"If you’re dead, all the Qi Fortune in the world won’t matter."

The Artifact Spirit said with resentment.

At the same time, the second wave of Tribulation Thunder came rustling down, and the three sides each had different manifestations.

Over on Lei Wang’s side, no one dared to act recklessly anymore; they put all their strength into resistance. Besides maintaining the barrier, a Purgatory vision emerged, with countless ghosts roaming the vast void, sketching a complete scene of Purgatory.

Many abilities Han Yu had seen before manifested within, such as the Mountain of Knives, the Boiling Vat, and the Fire Sea of the Netherworld, with a murky river running through it.

The stone bridge of Bridge Lady also spanned across the Purgatory, and as soon as the Tribulation Thunder broke through the barrier, it was immediately drawn in, its destination unknown along the stone bridge.

On the Celestial Dao Sect’s side, the starry sky was resplendent, with a bright moon hanging high, existing independently in the midst of the thunderstorm.

Undeniably, their cultivation technique was the most beautiful, fully adhering to the principle of simplicity is the ultimate sophistication, though somewhat taxing on the body...

The eleven people led by Wang Xingzhi looked utterly exhausted, their legs trembling fiercely, their faces extremely pale.

The condition of the five powerhouse individuals wasn’t much better, especially Su Xiaoxiao, whose breath grew increasingly chaotic. Already exhausted from a previous encounter, she seemed utterly helpless against the approaching purple Tribulation Thunder.

As a third party being assaulted...well, dragged into the ordeal, Han Yu hadn’t even recovered from the numbness before being hit by consecutive lightning strikes.

His clothing nearly turned to dust in the light of the lightning, and then his surrounding bones gradually began to shine.

To an outside observer, Han Yu’s figure was no longer visible in the thunder; only a skeleton frame was distinctly illuminated.

The peripheral glances from both sides of the strong individuals widened in astonishment.

Firstly, this kid was defending with just his body; wasn’t that looking for death in their eyes?

Secondly, Han Yu’s bones were unbelievably dazzling—wasn’t he supposed to be blasted into fragments under such circumstances?

Yet instead of dying instantly, his bones shone even brighter in the light of the lightning.

Even as time passed, the thunder gradually subsided.

When the lightning receded, Han Yu’s figure reappeared, grinning in agony, his expression nearly contorted, and of course, there were those bizarre movements of his limbs.

"Ugh..."

Han Yu dumbfoundedly stood for a moment, then suddenly bent over and vomited, almost retching up bile.

The Tribulation Thunder entered his body, roamed around, and even seeped into his lungs, making his reborn heart feel like it was about to explode; the Tribulation Thunder churned his five viscera and six bowels upside down.

"It almost killed me!"

Han Yu’s eyes were teary as he vomited, looking utterly miserable.

Miserable?

Su Xiaoxiao almost flinched back, withdrawing the moon; what kind of monster is this?

To have a body tough to this extent!

"Facing Tribulation Thunder head-on, are you even human?"

Whether he was human was irrelevant, but a body that could withstand purple Tribulation Thunder was definitely one of a kind.

At this moment, even Lei Wang found himself having different thoughts about Han Yu, much like those dead from Yama Hall had before.

Lei Wang had no concrete ideas before regarding the oddities with Han Yu, but based on Han Yu’s current performance, this guy had certainly walked on a path of body refinement they hadn’t succeeded in.

"Absolutely do not let this kid go."

Lei Wang spoke to the four behind him.

The four exchanged strange looks; they naturally noticed Han Yu’s peculiarities, but...shouldn’t they be focusing on how to survive first?

This is purple Tribulation Thunder! You still have the mind to worry about the future?

"I can’t hold on much longer."

After vomiting heavily, Han Yu felt weak, a hollowness resulting from his flesh and blood withstanding the Tribulation Thunder.

"It seems your body hasn’t reached the level of being truly unbreakable."

The Artifact Spirit’s expression turned unsightly; it was clinging to hope when Han Yu wasn’t struck dead initially, but judging by his current state, he was far from unscathed.

"But the last time I helped someone, it didn’t seem like this!"

Han Yu clearly remembered the last time with the Great Elder from Piaomiao Sect; he had faced the Tribulation Thunder head-on.

"Nonsense, that time the purple Tribulation Thunder didn’t directly hit you."

That time, the purple Tribulation Thunder had barely appeared, and before it could unleash its full power, Han Yu clashed with the opponent head-on, later proceeding to recklessly disrupt the Tribulation Clouds—had it not been for accidentally touching upon the rules of the Tribulation Thunder, would he have succeeded so easily?

This time, however, the rules were undoubtedly different, especially with consecutive judgments indicating a destructive intent with the Tribulation Thunder.

"Don’t take the next wave head-on."

To continue enduring would reach the limits of the body, and by that time, the consequences would be dire; at best, severe physical injury, at worst, instant death on the spot.

The third wave of Tribulation Thunder arrived as expected amidst the roiling clouds. At this moment, the Purgatory of Yama Hall was pushed to its utmost limit, with Ghost Shadows even beginning to manifest facial features, and the Mountain of Knives and Boiling Vat, condensed to their extremities, began to take on a tangible form.

Yet, under the Tribulation Thunder, these gradually tangible things vanished one by one.

The barrier was also on the verge of collapse.

On the Celestial Dao Sect’s side, a dozen Tribulation Thunders struck the surface of the bright moon, causing cracks that shouldn’t have appeared, and within the starry sky, the stars began to show signs of disintegration.

Han Yu dared not continue resisting; being a lonely soul, his only advantage was the fewest number of Tribulation Thunders. Darting back and forth, he narrowly evaded on multiple occasions.

But as he dodged, he found himself moving towards a certain direction.

"He’s..."

Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes suddenly lit up, almost laughing out loud.

Lei Wang’s face turned inexplicably red; he wasn’t blind—this damned guy was heading straight for them.

"What are you doing?"

Even the Artifact Spirit sensed Han Yu’s peculiarity, utterly baffled.

"Didn’t that guy just say not to let me go?"

Lei Wang hadn’t bothered to keep his voice down earlier, and Han Yu had naturally heard it too.

Screw it! So you’re planning to strike first, huh?

The Artifact Spirit was stunned as if seeing a celestial being.

This was reaching a new height of courting death, scheming against others in the midst of Tribulation Thunder!

At this moment, the Artifact Spirit genuinely admired Han Yu’s crazy mind—a daily thinker of the impossible.

As the Tribulation Thunder relentlessly pursued, Han Yu approached Lei Wang and his group, bringing the Tribulation Thunder with him. The already strained barrier now had to divert the attacks meant for Han Yu, nearly collapsing on the spot.

"Do you know what you’re doing?"

Lei Wang ground his teeth as he turned, seeing a mere ant daring to bounce around before him during a Tribulation Thunder.

"Why don’t you hit me?"

Han Yu pressed his face against the barrier, speaking with a smile.

The harm wasn’t great, but the insult was intense.

Lei Wang nearly couldn’t resist striking him, while Shang Di was frightened, hastily speaking to stop him.

"Don’t be impulsive; first fend off the Tribulation Thunder."

It was easy to act, but doing so would collapse the already unstable barrier.

Never mind the barrier; the Purgatory needed to be re-condensed after a round of Tribulation Thunder.

Lei Wang barely suppressed his inner fury, yet that bothersome guy kept bouncing around.

"Hit me!"

"Come on, hit me!"

"Come and hit me, quick!"

This move made Lei Wang and the four beside him want to strike.

This person was obnoxious to the point where they couldn’t help but want to hit him.

But no, they couldn’t!

"This little bastard wants to drag us down with him; don’t take the bait."

Bridge Lady gritted her teeth and spoke softly.

The fourth wave of Tribulation Thunder was about to arrive, and that kid kept bouncing around, obviously wanting to drag them down together.

"He can withstand it, but our bodies can’t."

Bian Zhuang’s face was ashen; when had they ever been trampled by an ant like this?

Su Xiaoxiao completely forgot her own weak state, bursting into hearty laughter.

"This kid is just right for our side."

With his disgusting tactics, if they had someone like him, they wouldn’t have consistently lost to the opposition in the Endless Sea Domain.