At this moment, Li Mingwu's face was trembling slightly and becoming more and more pale, as if he was enduring immense pain.
Xue Yilin also stepped back a bit to avoid disturbing Li Mingwu.
...
Not long after, probably less than an hour, Li Mingwu recovered and reopened his eyes.
It was then that Xue Yilin approached cautiously and spoke:
"Senior Li..."
"The wounds to your Soul Spirit seem to be erupting more frequently."
Li Mingwu's expression turned grave, he said:
"Heavenly Tribulation, indeed, is not to be trifled with."
"Even with extensive preparations, and only daring to let my Divine Sense probe within the scope of the Heavenly Tribulation, I've still been so gravely injured."
"Had it not been for that special place, the Heavenly Tribulation would have likely locked onto me already."
After speaking, a strong hatred burst forth from Li Mingwu's eyes as he said through gritted teeth: