Eightfold Heaven-Tribulation is absolutely savage!
Last time, Ryan Ling barely managed to hold off the triple Heaven-Tribulation sixth-layer slaughter by borrowing a wisp of immortal qi, and finally took them down.
That kind of power conversion is basically equivalent to killing a seventh-layer Heaven-Tribulation master.
He won that fight, but it took everything he had—if he had to do it again, he might not be able to hold out, especially since that wisp of immortal qi is already depleted.
Ryan has no clue when his Primeval Heavenwood will next be able to absorb a breath of Immortal Domain qi.
Even though he fused the Golden Tower, letting Primeval Heavenwood reach max growth, that still takes time.
Right now, to block this eighth-layer Heaven-Tribulation, Ryan has no choice but to go all in!
He doesn’t hesitate for a second. Instantly, the Heaven-Tribulation power inside him goes wild again, Primeval Heavenwood surges at full throttle. In this situation, Lord Yama is busy cultivating his trump card—right now, only Ryan can hold off the invaders. The rest may be strong, but they’re either too weak or too scared to move.
"Screw it!" Ryan sucks in a breath, unleashing ten thousand feet of tribulation lightning to clash head-on with the eighth-layer master.
The whole Yama Hall shakes like crazy.
"Not bad, kid!" Right then, that eighth-layer Heaven-Tribulation master froze for a moment, clearly not expecting Ryan to unleash such wild power.
This kind of power shouldn’t be possible for a third-layer Heaven-Tribulation. For a moment, the two of them actually seem evenly matched.
"Ryan, you beast!" Down below, Marshal Zhong Kui and the ghost generals watch, totally shaken. His strength is just off the charts.
The Ghost Elder doesn’t say a word, just stares at Ryan, eyes locked.
Maybe everyone else thinks Ryan’s basically a god, able to block eighth-layer Heaven-Tribulation. But the Ghost Elder knows the truth—Ryan’s already at his limit, burning every last bit of power, fighting like his life depends on it.
No matter how tough you are, nobody can hold out for long like this.
He might look evenly matched in momentum, but in real strength, he’s already lost.
"Let’s see how long you last, kid!" The eighth-layer master, definitely a Ghost Emperor, instantly whips up an even bigger black vortex. It howls in, packed with ghostly qi and crackling with thunder—like it’s hiding infinite monsters inside.
Immediately, all the ghost soldiers guarding Yama Hall collapse—the corrosive force is insane!
Ryan, right at the center, takes the full hit—his whole body shakes uncontrollably, his qi goes haywire, and he starts to distort. The tribulation aura is maxed out; one more push and he might just blow himself up.
"Ryan, you’re already at your absolute limit—if you keep this up, you’re in serious trouble!" The Ghost Elder can’t help but say, clearly seeing Ryan has pushed his power to the edge.
"No way. If I don’t hold the line, who else will?" Ryan refuses to back down. He doesn’t hesitate—immediately calls up his last wisp of immortal qi. This is his ultimate defense; once he uses it, it’s do-or-die.
"Ryan, you’re done. For a third-layer Heaven-Tribulation to last this long is already impressive. Time to hit the road!" The eighth-layer master grins, sensing Ryan’s aura crashing hard. One more heavy strike and Ryan’s finished.
But right at this critical moment, Ryan doesn’t back off at all. If he retreats, the whole Yama Hall’s defenses will collapse.
He grips that last wisp of immortal qi tight, waiting for the perfect moment—he’ll strike when the enemy fully lets down his guard. That’s the safest bet.
And right then—bam! Ryan drops to one knee, slamming into the ground.
"Ha! Now you die!" The eighth-layer master bursts out laughing, body rocking with excitement.
All the ghost generals and ghost soldiers around them instantly tense up to the max!
Opportunity!
This is definitely when he’s least on guard!
In an instant, that fierce wisp of immortal qi bursts out! It shoots out like an arrow released from its string, slamming straight into the enemy’s vital point—catching everyone completely off guard.
With the impact of immortal qi, the whole atmosphere instantly changes—the eighth-layer Heaven-Tribulation aura is shattered. Even weakened, the immortal qi is still deadly against an eighth-layer master!
“What the—?” Instantly, the eighth-layer master goes pale, totally stunned. He never saw it coming—before he can react, that immortal qi spears right into his chest!
“Aaaagh!” The eighth-layer master screams as ghost blood sprays everywhere. His mighty tribulation power collapses in an instant.
All the ghost generals and ghost soldiers are left dumbfounded.
No one expected this—just when defeat seemed certain, Ryan pulls off a comeback from the brink!
Long live the Crown Prince!
Long live the Crown Prince!
Long live the Crown Prince!
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