The third strike

"What?!!!" Everyone in the arena unanimously shouted with shock and disbelief. 

A young generation alchemist had just created a pill that had lasted two strikes of the tribulation, and the tribulation was not even over yet. 

Han Dingsun had an ugly look on his face. He knew that he lost this fight, and it was no longer even close. He thought that he succeeded when he saw the tribulation approach, but who would think that such a thing would happen?

"The heavens hate me. I thought that the child of dao meant something, but to think that they want to mercilessly cut down what I painstakingly tried to create." Liu Feng sighed. 

But he had to intention to resign. His shield up, he was ready for this third strike. The furnace also rumbled beneath him, as if it also wanted to try and withstand this tribulation lightning.