"I can help you!"
Xiao Yi squatted in front of the pit, smiling as he looked at the Chen Shuiwen before him.
On Chen Shuiwen's pitch-black face, two blood-stained eyes stared fixedly at Xiao Yi, and he sneered, "You? It'd be good enough if you don't kill me. How could you possibly help me? Besides, this is the Heavenly Tribulation..."
In Chen Shuiwen's view,
It would be good enough if Xiao Yi didn't kill him.
How could he possibly help him?
Besides...
Nangong Shengtian and the others were powerless against the Heavenly Tribulation's might. How could Xiao Yi possibly help him?
At this moment,
The third thunderbolt from the sky above suddenly descended, a thick, purple-gold lightning bolt coalesced into a mighty dragon, twisting its massive body as it fell from the heavens.
In an instant, it illuminated half of the sky, seemingly about to strike right behind Xiao Yi.
In the nick of time,
Xiao Yi, without turning his head, simply slapped his hand out!
Hum!