Other than the first of the thirty-six black lightning strikes, the rest had all been blocked by the same unfortunate bean soldier, summoned thirty-five times.

With the tribulation over, the sky cleared and countless living souls rejoiced to still be living. The Dao Flower burst into brilliant splendor, slowly healing the scar on it left by the first strike.

Lu Yun’s expression remained tight as he looked at the four white paths. Four hairy monsters with glinting greataxes stalked toward his four friends. With the tribulation resolved, they were free to move against those who would restore the path of cultivation. They didn’t immediately launch an attack, but instead waited for the moment the flower finished blooming.

Qing Han, Wu Tulong, Zi Chen, and Mo Qitian were currently one with the Dao Flower, so the four monsters wouldn’t be their match in this state. They had to wait for the humans to return to themselves after the...