After a dozen more waves of lightning balls rained down, Han Li’s magic power had taken a steep dive, consuming a majority of it, but the tribulation didn’t seem to be exhausting its lightning anytime soon.

Han Li’s face paled.

Although he possessed many abilities, there weren’t many that could block the heavenly tribulation. As for the flame bird he refined from Shi Yan’s heavenly flame, it has been withdrawn into the body of his Nascent Soul since the start of tribulation.

As the cinque devils and Weeping Soul Beast were sentient, they cowered before tribulation and weren’t very useful in this regard.

The Eight Spirit Ruler and the Six Divines Talisman were suitable treasures, but they had been destroyed in the journey through the spatial node.

Now he was left with sparsely few countermeasures, all of which he had prepared as last reserve life-saving measures, but he was still found wanting.

But how could a minor tribulation in the spirit realm be so formidable? If they were all this frightening, how could other Deity Transformation-stage cultivators survive? He didn’t believe that each...