Ding-ling-ling!
A single wind flower struck Fang Yuan squarely in the back.
His defenses were like paper—they shattered into scraps instantly.
The robes on his back were torn to shreds. Blood sprayed outward, and chunks of flesh were ripped away.
"Bad luck!" Fang Yuan's heart sank.
He had dozens of force-type phantom clones around him, yet the incoming wind flower was only one, striking at random. And it just so happened to hit his true body.
As time wore on, the dog shit luck protecting his body was growing weaker and weaker, drastically increasing the odds that Heaven's Will would discover his true form.
Worse still, there was the Covert Crossing Immortal Gu.
Each activation of the Covert Crossing Immortal Gu, which shielded Fang Yuan and masked his aura, was also diminishing rapidly.
Once that protective force vanished entirely, it would be far more dire than losing dog shit luck.
Time crawled by. Each second felt like a year as Fang Yuan ground through the ordeal.
He had lost count of how many Snow Moons he had blasted apart, how many wind flowers had struck him.
The protective effects of dog shit luck and Covert Crossing had plummeted, but Attitude Gu and Transformation Gu, which formed the "Familiar at First Meeting" killer move, stood like pillars in mid-current, supporting Fang Yuan from start to finish. Myriad Self, his other great killer move, was of little offensive use at this point—it could only serve as cannon fodder.
Heaven's Will was no fool. It could think.
Once Fang Yuan's tactics became clear, after each burst of Myriad Self, the time it took for Heaven's Will to locate his true body grew shorter and shorter.
Fang Yuan's injuries worsened with each passing moment, and he was forced, with no other choice, to activate the Immortal Gu "Person as Before."
But doing so accelerated the drain on his Immortal Essence. What little he had was now approaching the point of total exhaustion.
Heaven's Will reigned supreme above, commanding the Earth Disaster, innately positioned where it could not lose.
Fang Yuan, by contrast, was like an ant, struggling at the razor's edge between life and death.
The number of Snow Moons only continued to multiply, and Fang Yuan's feet could no longer keep pace.
The situation was impossibly dire. Fang Yuan could see not the slightest glimmer of hope.
But he had no intention of giving up. He gritted his teeth and endured.
The fierce gale seemed to mock him, ridicule his sheer overestimation of himself.
The Snow Moons hung high overhead like row upon row of cold, indifferent gazes—watching a mosquito like Fang Yuan flail and thrash in a futile death struggle.
Fang Yuan was drenched in blood from head to toe. His white robes had become entirely crimson, and the blood and sweat on his skin had been frozen into ice crystals by the cold light.
He was wretched beyond description. His once flowing black hair, now snapped and broken in countless places, hung at uneven lengths, making Fang Yuan look like some deranged fusion of a madman and a beggar.
His expression was ice-cold. He neither laughed wildly nor screamed aloud.
He was like a block of unyielding ice, about to be ground to nothing by heaven and earth. Yet he said not a word—trapped in the depths of despair, he endured in silence.
The wind began to die down.
The power of the Wind Flower tribulation was slowly fading.
It had reached its limit.
Even Earth Disasters had a limit to their strength. Even when Heaven's Will amplified it to its maximum and controlled it directly.
Fang Yuan had not been killed by the wind flowers. Soon, their numbers plummeted, and the howling gales between heaven and earth ceased entirely.
Fang Yuan let out a bitter laugh and frantically drove his Immortal Essence forward. His target was still the Snow Moons!
Although the Wind Flower tribulation had receded and the Snow Moons in the sky had stopped multiplying, residual wind flowers remained, and the number of surviving Snow Moons was still considerable.
A desperate battle!
Fang Yuan no longer had the strength to even clench his teeth. His entire body was utterly spent and weak.
Myriad Self.
Great Strength Hand Seal.
Three-Fold Sword Wave.
Familiar at First Meeting.
His condition was terrible. Several of his Immortal-level killer moves sometimes failed to activate. Every failure brought backlash, and blood spilled from his mouth.
The Earth Disaster had reached its limit, and so had Fang Yuan himself.
Fleeing at this point was pointless. Not only were wind flowers still blocking the way, but the Snow Moons could shift their flight slowly, and the range of the cold light's coverage was simply too vast.
The Earth Disaster had not yet fully ended. The balance of Heavenly and Earthly energy had not been restored, so withdrawing from his Immortal Orifice was also impossible.
It had to be said that Heaven's Will had schemed for a long time to brew a tribulation specifically targeting Fang Yuan. During the last Earth Disaster, the Wild Berserker True Meaning had diverted a portion of the disaster's power. This time, although Heaven's Will could not avoid it entirely, it had also influenced the Wild Berserker True Meaning, causing the portion it affected to transform into the Snow Moon tribulation—thereby increasing the overall difficulty of the calamity!
The current battle would come down to which side could outlast the other.
Half a shichen later, Fang Yuan collapsed face-first onto Danghun Mountain.