"Damn! Now a tornado is really going to destroy the parking lot."
"Will you stop shouting!" Dong Wanggong gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain the defense.
The Mysterious Lady didn't speak, but it was clear she was also finding it hard to cope.
Surrounded by the Heavenly Tribulation, the barrier jointly cast by the Mysterious Lady and Dong Wanggong seemed feeble as a reed before the wind, ready to collapse at any moment.
This made no sense.
Not to mention Dong Wanggong, even the Mysterious Lady was a War God renowned in both the mortal and immortal realms for her murderous prowess. Despite the extraordinary nature of the Heavenly Tribulation, their combined effort should not be this strained—at worst, they should have plenty of room to maneuver.
Why was it so forced?
"Is it working or not? Why does it feel like you two are having such a hard time cooperating?"