"It hurts... it hurts so much..."
Lu Chuan's throat had long become dry and hoarse. The lightning almost destroyed every inch of his flesh, but with the aid of Spiritual Power, it constantly regenerated, like a cocoon struggling to emerge as a butterfly, crawling out from the charred skin.
"Is this... is this all you got? Hahaha! Bring it on!"
Lu Chuan laughed up at the sky, but what responded was the merciless Heavenly Tribulation!
Seven bolts of heavenly thunder descended one after another, each more powerful than the last. The final thunderbolt obliterated everything within a ten-mile radius, turning it into a vacuum devoid of life!
Witnessing this scene, Yun Ji swallowed nervously with lingering fear.
Fortunately, her instincts drove her to flee swiftly with Miao Conglu at the critical moment; otherwise, her fate would have been unimaginable.
"Lu... Lu Chuan!"
