At this moment, Han Yu was still in a daze. How could this place suddenly have an earthquake, and even more outrageous, meteors started raining down.

When the earthquake first struck, Zhanzhou City erupted into chaos. The tremors were so violent that not only did the common people scatter in panic, but even the cultivators were scared into flying up.

Naturally, Han Yu was one of the first to ascend using Fire Technique. He hadn't been up there long when he saw a massive meteor shower heading towards the southern part of the city.

Isn't that the direction where Wang Xiao'Er lives!

Could the earthquake have been caused by him?

"That's impossible! How could a disaster of this magnitude be caused by an ordinary person?"

Glass also shouted incredulously in the Sea of Consciousness.

This made Han Yu even more curious, and he couldn't help but quickly fly towards the south of the city. In truth, it wasn't just him; quite a few cultivators driven by curiosity had already gone ahead.

As Han Yu hovered far above, Yan Bing was contemplating every possible way to shake off Wang Xiao'Er.

Every time he tried to use his chaotic True Essence to throw off Wang Xiao'Er, it only made the True Essence stick to him even tighter.

"Come quick and help me throw this person away. I suspect these disturbances are mostly directed at this kid. Hurry up."

Seeing that he couldn't manage it on his own, Yan Bing hastily called out to Yankong.

As soon as Yankong reached out to touch him, a suction force instantly fastened his hand.

"Are you screwing me over?"

Yankong's expression changed. His hand, which had just touched Wang Xiao'Er, was now immobile, particularly with the chaotic True Essence binding them together.

It was as if now the three of them were stuck tightly together.

"These two idiots got dragged into someone else's tribulation."

In the Sea of Consciousness, Glass thought for a moment and then seemed to realize something, immediately explaining to Han Yu.

The tribulation of a normal person shouldn't be this exaggerated. There's an earthquake and meteor shower here, clearly targeting cultivators.

But the one who took the Pills is obviously an ordinary person!

According to the Artifact Spirit's guess, these two fools must have intervened during Wang Xiao'Er's suffering, and as a result, the catastrophe treated them all as a group and calculated it together.

At this moment, although it's still Wang Xiao'Er's tribulation, the three of them must face it together, and no one can escape.

The fact that Yan Bing and the others couldn't break free and escape was proof of that.

"You better not get involved. Two more cultivators have already elevated the tribulation to this level. If you get closer, the disaster might escalate further."

"You probably don't want to see a giant meteor hitting Zhanzhou City, right?"

Glass's face was unusually serious as he warned.

Over there, when Wang Xiao'Er slowly regained consciousness, he found himself high up in the air, especially uncomfortable as he was held left and right by people.

Above them, a barrage of meteors was crashing down one after another, and his face instantly turned pale.

Wang Xiao'Er's first thought was, he didn't lie to me, the Pills are really effective, there really is a natural disaster!

Then, he realized that the meteor shower was most likely targeting him.

Feeling a bit hopeless, he wondered how he could possibly survive in such a situation!

Why on earth don't these two cultivators just let him go and escape for their lives?

He didn't realize that these two cultivators not only wanted to leave him behind but also had the urge to kill him.

"Just endure it!"

Yan Bing said with a mournful expression, speaking to Yankong.

They weren't even allowed to run. If they didn't endure, they could only wait for death.

Yankong could only frown, casting a spell with one hand. His robe instantly flew off, expanded while hovering in midair, and then shielded the two of them.

Yan Bing also cast a spell with one hand; the jade belt around his waist flew out like a dragon, expanding in the wind to become a seven-foot-long sword.

Meteors crashed onto the robe, sending waves of scorching heat that continuously struck the three's faces. Yan Bing and Yankong persevered with great effort, while Wang Xiao'Er only felt it was hard to breathe, as if the heat had drained all the air around him, making even a single breath a struggle.

"The robe won't hold for long."

Yankong's face looked increasingly grim as he shouted at Yan Bing.

"I know, I'm working on something!"

Yan Bing gritted his teeth, chanting a spell, sending the seven-foot-long sword flying toward the meteors that had yet to fall. The clashing of metal and stone echoed.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

After slicing through more than ten meteors, the sword blade bore several notches. Such a powerful impact rendered this Magical Artifact insufficient. Yan Bing gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Do you have anything good left? Use it now."

Yankong did seem to have something, but hesitated with a conflicted look on his face, which infuriated Yan Bing.

"If you're dead, no matter how much stuff you have, it will be useless."

"Damn it."

After thinking it over, Yankong blushed and cursed loudly. His trousers suddenly unfastened themselves, flew off his body, and shot up towards the robe above.

"Shield!"

With an Imperial Decree, Yankong's big trousers transformed in the wind, spreading out into a shield that rose up.

Roasted!

This bastard's entire outfit is made of Magical Artifacts!

Even in a life-and-death situation, Yan Bing couldn't help but grumble internally. He was so damn sneaky; if they met under normal circumstances, he'd suffer greatly.

With the protection of the trousers and the robe, they could finally take a breather, or so Yan Bing thought. But just as he let his guard down, a burnt smell mixed with sweat invaded his senses.

The two looked up, terrified to see that the robe had several small holes burned into it by the fire from the previous meteor shower.

Yan Bing quickly raised his eyes to look at Yankong, who was now left with only his underpants. If he took anything else off, he'd be completely bare.

Instantly, he cursed, "Stop staring, it's your turn now!"

Damned bastard, only willing to strip his waistband, Yankong refused to take anything else off.

Yan Bing looked at the burning, enlarging holes, his face filled with hesitation.

"We're about to die, just keep your precious thing for others to use after you're dead!"

Yankong, indignant, quoted Yan Bing's own words.

Yan Bing remained unmoved as the robe continued to tear open with one large gap after another, and the shield above quivered from the meteor impact, soon becoming an unrecognizable mess.

Yankong, growing anxious, realized their current Magical Artifacts were about to break, leaving nothing to fend off the attacks.

"Are you going to act or not? If my two Artifacts break, we'll all die."

"Damn it, I will!"

Yan Bing, his face ashen, seemed to make up his mind, gritting his teeth as he spoke.

With a spell, a pink dudou flew out from his arms.

Yankong stood dumbfounded, unable to help but speak out.

"You... you wear a dudou?"

"Shut up!"

Yan Bing's face darkened upon being found out for his odd habit. If it weren't a life-threatening moment, he would never have revealed this thing.

He meant to say he wore it because it was a Magical Artifact, but no one would probably believe him.

With a chant, the pink dudou flew towards the remaining meteors, wrapping around them.

"Immortal Gauze Canopy!"

With an Imperial Decree, the dudou transformed into a gauzy canopy, shining brightly. Meteors struck it continuously, yet apart from sinking steadily, it remained unharmed.

"Nice dudou."

Yankong praised.

"Shut up."

Yan Bing barked harshly. No matter how good this thing was, he didn't want anyone praising it. It's too embarrassing.

It sounded almost sarcastic.

"These Evil Path guys have so many unconventional tricks!"

Han Yu, watching from afar, was dazzled, observing Ou Mingdong and the others: some used fans, some Flying Swords, others Wine Gourds, all unafraid to show they were Magical Artifacts.

Then he looked at these two guys: a robe, trousers, and a pink dudou, as if afraid people would know they were Magical Artifacts.

"So does that mean they can withstand this wave?"

Han Yu watched the pink dudou hold up against the meteors, still steady, suggesting they could stabilize, saving Wang Xiao'er.

"No, it's about to reach its limit. Look at that idiot's face."

Glass, standing on the bed in the Sea of Consciousness, shook her head and signaled Han Yu.

Over there, Yankong clearly thought they were safe, secretly letting out a breath of relief, while Yan Bing's face grew increasingly worse.

"Get ready!"

He suddenly spoke, his face pale.

"Ready for what?"

Yankong was taken aback.

"I can't hold it anymore."

Yan Bing finished speaking, and the pink canopy above suddenly shrank back into the dudou form...

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