Ling Yun was on a low mountain, but the black tribulation cloud hung very near his head!
The cloud rolled lower still, approaching Ling Yun like a beast. It seemed ready to swallow him anytime!
The cloud seemed to be infuriated with Ling Yun's unyielding behavior and accelerated its descent!
The pressure from the power of heaven surged five or six times suddenly. Ling Yun had to bend slightly and slam his feet forward to steady himself!
Ling Yun felt as though he had boulders weighing thousands of kilograms on his shoulders. His face flustered, and blue veins popped out from his forehead!
F*ck, this is impossible! How could the Four Nine Minor Tribulation be so difficult? Do they want to kill me?
Ling Yun cursed in his heart, suddenly realizing the seriousness of the situation!
The heavens treat everything with the same regard!