Chapter 2067: Divine Wrath Chapter 2067: Divine Wrath Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Enlightened Joy’s expression softened.
“In my opinion, Fedele Licata’s chances of surviving the heavenly tribulation are only 30%.
“During this ti, we must not act.
We have to wait.
“If Fedele is destroyed by this calamity, we’ll celebrate.
If he survives, we’ll attack with full force.
“Also, activate the protective mountain array and suppress him with all your might.” Enlightened Joy’s words made the others nod in agreent.
“Good.” “All of this is for the common people.” If Braydon Neal overheard their conversation, he would have exploded in fury.
These old hypocrites were so shaless that they likely couldn’t even withstand Elder Juntenen’s Firmant Sword Sea.
“The forty-second!” Fedele roared into the sky.
At this mont, his aura was weak, and he felt utterly drained.
His skin was charred, and his long hair had vanished entirely.
Feeling the spiritual energy within him dwindling, Fedele’s eyes hardened.
“Hiding from the world!” With his words, a small orb erged from his body, floating above his head and emitting specks of ethereal light.
The aura locked by the heavenly tribulation disappeared in an instant.
The tribulation clouds above seed to lose their target.
The lightning gathered could only strike down aimlessly.
“Hurry and scatter!” The old monks of the Ten Thousand Buddha Mountain, perched on a massive tree, were startled.
That bolt of lightning—no, more accurately, that lightning pillar—descended straight toward them.
“Didn’t we avoid provoking the tribulation of the tenth level?” “That’s correct,” Enlightened Joy said grimly.
“It must be the heavy resentnt and fiendish aura on us.
Even random strikes of the tribulation are targeting us.” As they spoke, they fled in all directions like…
Stray dogs.
Dodging the lightning strike, a crack ford on the orb above Fedele’s head.
anwhile, the second wave of tribulation began to form within the dark clouds.
Fedele’s expression shifted slightly, and he quickly began to absorb spiritual energy.
It was clear he wouldn’t last much longer.
Desperately, he drew spiritual energy from the air around him.
Fortunately, the recent great path rain had saturated the world with spiritual energy.
As he recovered sowhat, the new tribulation took shape.
This ti, it was unlike before.
A lifelike thunder beast hovered in the dark clouds, roaring as it swam—lion head, antlers, shrimp legs, tiger paws.
This was… a thunder dragon!
Fedele glanced at the Dust-avoiding Pearl above his head, noticing the growing network of cracks.
Injecting more spiritual energy into the pearl, his aura grew even more restrained.
“Big brother, we won’t get struck again, will we?” Enlightened Malice, standing in the open, asked Enlightened Joy nervously.
“Probably not… Right?” “We were under the tree before, and the resentnt we carried was too great.
That’s why the heavens struck us.
Now that we’re here, Fedele’s magic treasure should attract the next tribulation.” Enlightened Malice raised his head and muttered, “Run!” In the sky, the thunder dragon surged down at them.
Its sheer power made their hearts race even from a distance.
“Who the hell is undergoing this tribulation?!” Even Enlightened Joy’s composure cracked.
His face darkened as he snapped, “Don’t use your strength.” “Otherwise, the heavenly tribulation will lock onto us.” “Scatter!
As long as we’re not struck directly, it’ll be fine.” With those words, Enlightened Joy activated the power of his level ten physical body and sprinted away.
The other eight monks, though furious, had no choice but to follow suit.
Watching them flee, Elder Juntenen and Benaiah Strunk burst out laughing.
“All those old monks got hit.
How are you still unhard?” Elder Juntenen asked, glancing at Benaiah.
Benaiah, who had been enjoying the monks’ misfortune, imdiately looked annoyed.
“This old man has always been upright.
I may have a bad temper, but I’ve never killed the innocent.” As he spoke, his confidence wavered under Elder Juntenen’s amused gaze.
“What are you looking at?
Sure, I can be a bit unrestrained, but I’ve never killed anyone innocent.
At most, they’ve ended up bedridden for a few days.” Elder Juntenen shook his head.
“It’s fine.
You’re handso.” Benaiah chuckled.
“I didn’t expect you to notice that about .” Elder Juntenen was speechless.
I was just being polite, and you took it seriously.
“It’s a pity I’m not as striking as I was in my pri, but there’s still a good eighty to ninety percent left.
Quite rare, I’d say.” Stroking his beard, Elder Juntenen looked smug.
Benaiah stared, baffled.
Is he praising himself?
“This old man was once among the four great young masters of the world.” “Haha, that’s quite a title.
Though back when I was called the number one young master, you were just a little behind .” Elder Juntenen held up two fingers, pinching them together as if comparing their gap.
“Shaless old man!” “Calm down, calm down.
Don’t corrupt the young ones.” Benaiah snorted.
“What Lotus Feather Pavilion?
That’s my successor, the Holy Son of the Myriad Demon Mountain.” “If you dare covet the Lotus Feather Pavilion’s people again, I’ll deal with you!” “Do you think you’re strong enough?” Behind them, Braydon and Scipio Langdon wiped cold sweat from their foreheads.
Could it be these two old n had a strange rivalry?
When apart, they seed like sages, but together, they beca like quarreling elders.
Above, the Dust-avoiding Pearl finally gave out under the pressure of the tenth level tribulation, shattering into pieces.
Fedele quickly retrieved the shards, his expression heavy.
The pearl had been his loyal companion since his early days, playing a crucial role in his rise to power.
Now, with the terrifying level ten tribulation looming, he felt the weight of the challenge ahead.
“This is only the forty-third strike.
I’m running out of treasures.
If this continues, I might fall at the last mont.
“No… I must rely on my strength to overco the next three!”
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