Infinite Tribulation

This was his Dao Arena, and fighting him here, even an Eighth Tribulation realm expert wouldn't faze him!

In the chaos of hell, this was Wutian's world, and he circled Jian Wushuang with abandon.

Everything around them was under his control.

Jian Wushuang, however, kept his eyes tightly shut, holding the Wanjie Sword in reverse.

He waited for the right moment to strike!

He still wanted Wutian to make the first move, to avoid any dissatisfaction from his opponent later.

But as he waited and waited, an impatience grew within him.

His eyebrows twitched naturally.

This gave Wutian an opportunity.

The demonic path was most adept at manipulating hearts.

Everything that had just happened was his trap.

In his view, Jian Wushuang had fallen for it.

"Infinite Tribulation!"

Wutian clasped his hands together, embodying both the demon and the saint.